The following entry was conceived and written on 12/22/04. It was saved, in draft form, on my server and promptly forgotten, until now. Aren’t you lucky?

Last night I was in pain, physical pain. It was kind of pain that makes you take an Allieve, pray it doesn’t give you a heart attack, and lie down for some rest. The lights were out and no one was home. I was snuggled up in my pjs and a nice, warm blankie, listing to some relaxing music. Then the phone rings, it’s my mother in law and she wants to talk to my wife. I take a message and lie back down. Then the phone rings, it’s my father in law and he wants to talk to my wife. I take a message and lie back down. Then the phone rings, it’s my mother and she wants to talk to my wife. I take a message and lie back down. Then the phone rings, it’s the wrong number and she wants to talk to Tim. I briefly consider giving her a message, before I decide to be civil and lie back down. Then the phone rings, it’s a friend of ours and she tells me that she knows where my wife is (along with an appreciated invite for pizza). Instead of lying back down, I get dressed in some comfort clothes and head off to meet my wife (and get some pizza… after all, pizza does cure all). When I arrive I greet my wife.

“Hey, how was your day?”

“OK. The kids had fun at MOSI, and, JOHN, why are you wearing those old sweat pants? You look GROSS!”

I’m determined to catch a break today. With my luck I’ll miss and it’ll hit me in the face.

(In my wife’s defense, I probably did look gross.)