And the OT is over... Sigh.


Good things come...

...to those who, well, wait and don't even know they're waiting. Right?

So I'm winding down my weekend last evening, Tiger Cub den meeting done, dinner over, William feeling a touch under the weather but OK, Deb about an hour from putting him down/her night, when the phone rings.

It's good ol' Dave P., and... well, he had two tix to the Canes semi-final game at the RBC Center, starts in an hour. Needs a wingman, would I go? I'm a YES man!

Those most crazy, rabid Canes fans had been camping in the lot for hours, and were fired up with their thousands of white towels -- the volume, the screaming, WOAH. It was an intense game all around, had an amazing time. David, you're the man -- thanks again.

Got up today feeling a little off, did my ChaLEAN, but zero energy left for burpees. As the morning wore on, ouch, feeling spacey and under the weather all around. Hoping it clears soon, don't want to truly give in and be a sicko. Will's home today, coughing his little lungs out, singing in his room, reading. Too cute.