The Friar and I went to the hospital to see 74 and Zaftig's baby. In all honesty, I have never seen a cuter newborn. This girl is one day old, and she's not red or wrinkly, but already has that baby cuteness most newborns don't. Zaftig looked in great spirits, and 74, Friar and I made a lot of very crude jokes about life, death and racial relations.
A bright moment in a day of bleak despair. The Maddening Angel plagues my thoughts.