Home at last.

zeightyfiv got stranded at his workplace, sick, on Friday night. This was after the T had stopped running, so I couldn't get out there until today. Mostly I made him drink dilute gatorade after he'd expressed confidence that he wasn't going to throw it back up, and sat around reading webpages while he slept. By 20:00 or so, he was eating plain bread. Around 23:00, we were on the subway train coming home.

Now I get to stretch after sitting in the uncomfortable Stata Center chairs all afternoon/evening, and hope he's not contagious.