Swings and Misses

Three other offers “significantly more attractive” and thus the Spray deal dream is dead.  Some consolation in the money saved, but frustration that the process moves on with no end in sight.  Maybe we wait another season, but to what end?  Much to still consider.

Eventful day nonetheless, the ultrasound sighting confirmed, the son checking out well on the ultrasound, and with a perfect whooshing heartbeat today.  More blood to be taken to test the battle of the iron, but all seems in order so there is that to delight in.

And the likelihood of a lost PR card to despair in.  Of all the things to lose, seems extraordinary, but there you are.  Nothing to do but breathe deeply and try to forget the stresses of the situation.  As we wait on the other side of town for the hours long hair appointment on top of it all.  In this mad wind and rain storm. Imagine.

Deep breaths and patience, my son.  These are the watch words.  Imagine doing interviews, 20 years on from the dropping of the resume with Awad and the first summer in the Curvesurfer’s office, all the early drunken shenanigans and yet still you remain.  Who would have imagined?  A son just shy of the 43rd birthday.  The one and only, most like.  Emerge perfectly my boy, and we’ll do our very best to give you the chance to brighten this crazy orb.