I get a lot of mail asking for news about the baby. My daughter is 8 days overdue, according to OB-GYN scientific calculations. She was here yesterday for a pleasant luncheon of grilled meat and seasonal greens. She is big, she is ready, and the doc figures she will deliver by Tuesday (tomorrow) one way or another. A sonogram on Friday confirmed all signs are good.
My sisters remind me that it is not uncommon for women with our DNA to have late pregnancies and large babies. Several of my nephews were weeks overdue and yours truly was 3 weeks tardy when I finally saw the light of day.
(Some former managers have noted the chronic lack of urgency that characterized my personal and professional behavior may be congenital.)
So, we wait with the certain knowledge that something will happen sooner or later.
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And those of you who were heartened by the performance of the Red Sox this weekend (beating the crap out of the hated Yankees - twice), I say, Don't get your hopes up. But, you will ignore me and let your hearts pump gleefully with the mirage of winning a championship at last. I'm telling ya: It's over.
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