Endgame

Well, the end is finally in sight. If nothing else happens, the pregnancy will end on Wednesday, May 7. A mixed blessing to be sure - glad that there is no more 'indefinite timetable for withdrawal' if you will, but still bummed and burdened by what seems like 8 days on a geologic scale. Steph says she actually had some contractions during the non-stress test, but the nurse, as she put it, "Was not impressed." Great quote.

A.S. and Ma were kind enough to do some major cleaning and straightening up on the house in our absence while the plumbing work was being done (all finished by the way, with only 5-6 holes in the wall and ceiling to speak of) - thanks for that, guys...we would have put the kitchen away eventually, I promise!!!

Meanwhile, work gets harder and harder. My mind is a million places, and none of them are on work. The 2 1/2 days and 1 program I still need to put my effort into this week are like big blank spots in my mind...or a huge "S.E.P." field for you Hitchhiker's Guide fans. I feel blessed, however, that my request to just start my leave this Friday has been approved. So once that curtain drops, I am bolting. It'll give me 5 days to put everything in some semblance of an order. "Bows and arrows against the lightning" indeed. One thing's for sure. I will imbibe on Thursday night.

More later,
Matt