Knock on wood.

So everyone take a moment and find something made of, looks like, smells like, or even same color as wood and knock on it. Really, give it a good whack.

Now that that's taken care of, I can now safely profess the following: Jackson has no doctor appointments next week. Not one. No injections, no therapy sessions, no testing, no nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch.

Wow. I am revelling in the amazement that is my somewhat empty calendar.