31 weeks tomorrow, which means 9 more weeks if baby is on time (less if she’s like me, more if she’s like her dad). Wow. I’m not sure what to think of that.

I’ll get back to you.

So, whilst cleaning out the office (which may turn in to a nursery, as we’ve only a few weeks remaining for pre-baby house-buying) I found, much to my chagrin, the pile.

The pile of wedding thank you notes (all written, addressed, and stamped) that got buried in Chicago.  And again in Seattle.  And which, with their 39 + 3 cent stamps, again need more postage. My loving wife has been so kind, too kind really, about not nagging me about the pile.  But we recently celebrated our 3rd anniversary, so this has got to end.