Today at lunch, my phone rang. It was Pratt. And he told me he'd had a stroke. And it probably took me a full minute to be convinced that he wasn't actually joking. He had a stroke. And for some reason he seemed to feel guilt for not calling to tell me sooner. Which is ridiculous, because HE HAD A STROKE AND WAS IN THE HOSPITAL. I can't say I've actually wrapped my brain around that yet.