I have not--no kiddin'--been this nervous since my last football game . . . which happened to have been the state regional championships . . . and we lost in regulation by one point.
I just wolfed down a slice of really greasy pizza. This was a very bad choice. Despite that it tasted wonderful!
Work is slow today. I continually find myself tapping my foot.
My wife sent out an email earlier today. It was a "broadcast" email to dozens of friends. But when it hit my mail box here at work, I only saw the subject line: "Baby is Coming." Here's my reply:
[Cliff resumes regular breathing. Heart is still beating 140 per min.]
Oh. My. Gosh. Honey, I saw the email heading and about fainted. Please, remember my ability to jump to wrong conclusions in sending out emails with that kind of heading!
Oh, and when I replied, it went to everyone.
And yes, I did think my wife was communicating to me via email. And yes, of course, I lost my mind.
I'm a wreck. I won't be sleeping tonight. At least I have a copy of the (abbreviated) Hours of the Church. How I'll negotiate praying the midnight office with five house guests, I don't know. Maybe a flashlight on the front porch will do the trick.
This kid must have my procrastination genes. C'mon, little one. Whacha waitin' fer?
Posted by Clifton at August 13, 2003 05:53 AM | TrackBack