Tomorrow, I will be careening through the atmosphere in a metal tube on my way to Florida. There I will remain for 2 weeks.
My best friend has been growing a human, and he is about to emerge victorious from her womb (too graphic?). My duties during these 2 weeks will include the following:
1. Telling her she's pretty (this one is easy because she's quite pretty, indeed)
2. Bringing her burritos in the middle of the night
3. Telling her husband he's going to be fine
4. Chasing people away when she's too tired for visitors
5. Holding the baby and occasionally whispering in his ear, "You're really MY baby . . . but these people will take wonderful care of you"
6. Maintaining a cheery disposition
The reason I'm telling you all this is that I'm not sure how much of my time these duties will consume, which means I may not be as present online as I generally am. And if I DO by some chance snag a little computer time, I may be so exhausted from my best friend duties that I can't write a complete sentence.
I simply CAN'T risk making a typo. You understand.
Think of me often. I will be thinking of you and the glorious day when I shall return to the warmth of your virtual embrace (March 20 . . . mark it in your calendars).
I remain faithfully yours.
