And finally, I was reading a medical thriller (can't remember the title or author, but he was a medical school classmate of Michael Crichton and/or Robin Cook) whose main character had Asperger's, and at the end he wrote a whole section on his own child's diagnosis, which is how I diagnosed Timmy Failure in the next photo. In the book, the character mentioned this sci-fi book as being a classic, so I couldn't NOT look that up, and it had rave reviews. So far it's living up to the hype, but I'm only 1/3 done, so I'll hold judgment for now. Now where'd I set my margarita?
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