This was a pretty strange day. First I wake up to a call from 216 from a former VB parent asking if I know what his daughter is up to. You know, my first thought is that she's dead or something before I get back to him. As best I can tell, she's doing what most people do in their early 20's: Figure out what the hell they're doing with their lives (and make mistakes in the process).
Then I get to work, and I'm struggling with this work item I have assigned to me. Basically it requires a pretty wide domain of understanding across the entire thing, and I don't have that. One dude is out, another comes in after me, so I'm scratching my head. I don't like that feeling at all, where I don't feel like I'm meaningfully contributing anything.
A text rolls in from Diana, and the doctor says that Baby Puzzoni is awfully big for his alleged due date. Perhaps he'll be done baking sooner than seven weeks from now. Diana purchases a crib shortly thereafter. This whole becoming a dad thing is getting very real, really fast.
My Realtor calls within minutes and says I need to get someone to clear my driveway because people who want to see the house can't get in to it. Super. I was just starting to forget how I have a house that I don't live in.
But you know, as much as shit may come in waves, the afternoon was relatively chill. I even made some headway in understanding the app at work (though I still hate this slow velocity thing).
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