• Scare.

    “John, I’m bleeding.” When you’re pregnant wife has had a miscarriage once before, those words only have one meaning. You don’t think lacerations. You don’t think of blisters that have burst. No, there is only one thing that comes to mind: reliving a past and unpleasant experience. Such was my experience this weekend. Cheryl uttered those words, and my interpretation was not a mistake – perhaps an exaggeration. Since then Cheryl has spent more time off of her feet and I’ve been doing more at home, but thankfully nothing else has happened. So far, so good.

  • Anyone know a good home remedy for bad luck?

    The only reason I know what time everything happened today was because I had to expend so much effort finding out. If I had counted on my trusty watch, everything would have happened at one o’clock. I felt like a mental ward patient; continuously looking at something that wasn’t there.

  • One day.

    10 p.m.: my normal bed time.
    11:30 p.m.: I go to bed.
    Midnight: I go to sleep.
    5:45 a.m.: I reluctantly wake up.
    5:50: I reluctantly get out of bed.
    6:50: Cheryl and Beth leave the house.
    7:50: I leave the house.
    7:51: car doesn’t start.
    7:52: I return to the house.
    7:53: I leave the house with my bike.
    8:05: I arrive at Beth’s school five minutes late and awfully tired.
    9:00: I return home.
    9:10: car still won’t start.
    9:15: Share news with Cheryl.
    9:16: share news with AAA.
    10:16: car still won’t start.
    10:45: car starts.
    10:46: tow truck arrives.
    11:00: drop car off at Marvin’s Auto Service.
    11:30: mom drops me off at work.
    12:30 p.m.: ready to go home.
    4:30: Cheryl calls to say she is ready to go home.
    4:40: depart from office parking lot with Cheryl.
    5:00: depart with $700.
    10:00 my normal bed time.
    10:15 decide to write this entry, deja vu sensor kicks in.