Happy New Year! Bringing back episode 210 for ya, all about Tess and her love affair with music.

Not sure what it is, but I seem to keep having these moments in elevators.

Tess's long-term memory is improving. Sometimes now she even holds a grudge after a certain person has gotten on her nerves. And sometimes that person is me.

It's a tale as old as time. A car, hurtling down the highway. A family riding therein. And the youngest child, becoming bored, decides to mess with the people around her.

Our girl is, to say the least, incredibly busy.

I'm a crier. I admit it. My wife busts my chops about it. I've been known to weep at cereal commercials. And in San Francisco this year, there was no shortage of tears.

I just wrapped up year two of a massive project. About Tess. And USP7. And some of the other 6999 other rare diseases.

Due to circumstances, Imma keep it short this week. Really short.

If they gave out punch cards for medical appointments, with frequent flyer miles for our Tess, she'd have enough points for a trip around the world at this point.

My wife and I are good at some things. But we are terrible at sitting still, for even a short while. We are bad at the pastime of doing nothing.