I am in a very odd mood today, although not necessarily a bad one. (The more astute readers of my friends list will have inferred that from the poll I posted this morning.)
I faxed my homemade letterhead to the insurance guy last night. The business cards have arrived. They are perfectly adequate and lovely, but I am vaguely disappointed nonetheless. Would anyone like a business card? (I should probably buy some paper to match them, for when I print up the aforementioned letterhead in the future.)
My wife is home sick today. Chicken soup simmers on the stove. Anyone who wishes to alert PETA should feel free.
I am feeling generally better about my life and my future today than I have in a while. I'm slowly managing to convince myself that having kids is not necessarily the end of my existence in any meaningful sense; maybe I'll get lucky and they'll turn out like
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Notwithstanding the above, today I am troubled by some vague sense of foreboding. Maybe it'll go away once I finish my activity reports and call these people I need to call.
1I apologize if that weirds anyone out, especially
ladyjaida, but in this case sincerity needed to trump discretion.