Part 1 - Acknowledgement

I came to the realization recently that I do not have the capacity to understand or even contemplate the significance of everything that will be happening in the next week or so. This is not for lack of effort; I have made several futile attempts, but when I got close enough to truly sense the enormity of the circumstances, I was forced to retreat and self-medicate with my friend Glenfiddich, who tragically left me this past week (cough, cough). After some further thought, I decided that this was probably normal (the sense of being overwhelmed, not the scotch intake) and resigned myself to concentrating on the practical aspect of the whole matter, since struggling with the metaphysical isn't going to do anything but give me an ulcer and make me mentally unstable. As it turns out, this was a good decision because now I feel totally prepared and confident. I have months of Bradley training under my belt and I am ready to go.

The only problem is that the baby doesn't necessarily come when you're ready to go. It tends to keep its own schedule. The child hasn't even been born and we're already frustrated with its attempts to be indepedent. In the meantime, I'm nesting like I'm rewriting Souzek Republic with a CSS-only layout, and listening to A Love Supreme for guidance and inspiration. The day will come.