8 Days?!?!?!?!

It ain't that there ain't things to say.

It's that there ain't time to say them.

Work's been a booger. Again. Such is life.

Or is it?

Random thoughts, anecdotes?

I wandered out to my Aunt Charlotte's house Friday last. I haven't gotten to see much of the extended family in the last little while. Wandered out to their new home in Sweetwater. Got to eat one of the finer meals I've had in the past while, discussing books with my Aunt Annette. Most notable? I got to see my cousin Tim, who I don't believe I've seen in 13 years. Maybe not much more than one of those My How Time Flies moments.

He's joined the hordes of you folks with kids.

As has my sister. Got to go see my nephew again late last week. It's still a novelty for me to hold a baby. Thomas is the fourth baby I've held, in my life. Most of that's because I learned a long time ago that the most dangerous place in the universe is the empty space between a group of women and a newborn baby. I've learned to leave that particular No Man's Land (maybe the most literal of terms, at this point) to the womenfolk. But, enough folks in decent enough proximal kinship to me have started having kids that it's happened a few times (though the first time was accounted on the pages of this here blogamathing...funny that I can count stretches in my life as pre-blogamathing and post-blogamathing).

Anyway, we've established that tomorrow, at 2:50, or so, my nephew will be 500 hours old.

That should warrant some manner of party.

But seeing as how he doesn't do much more than try to raise his head, a little, cry and shit, he probably won't need me to break out the keg or the funnel cake machine any time soon.

I called my sister today, to see how the tiny man was doing. "Gassy," came her reply. She was holding him as we spoke, and was going to put him down on his belly, because he seemed to fart better that way.

Just like his daddy.

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Not much else on my mind.

Watching the Cubs and their three-quarters decent pitching and their less-than-anemic offense is feeling a bit like a fool's errand, to be honest. And while the eternal optimist (I have been doing this for 27 seasons, now) wants to take heart in the stat that they had this same record in 2007 at this point in the season, and won the division. Still, the realist in my heart (I have been doing this for 27 seasons, after all) is frustrated with what a fool's errand it feels like, sometimes.

I dunno. It's a long season. And nobody else in the Central is dominant. I still need things to curse about in September.