You’d think that I’ve been married long enough that this shouldn’t be a big deal. I hope it’s not. I hate big deals. I get enough big deals at work. I live for little deals. Taking out the trash, getting milk on the way home, deciding who to call for carryout. Those are my kinds of deals. Buying a house, conference calls with partners, money. Those are not my kinds of deals. I would like now to hand off all my big deals to other people to deal with, and I’ll just go to Boston.
I’m leaving my wife… Oh, had you there for a sec, didn’t I? I’m going to Boston on Thursday with my sister, who’s going to win a biiii-iiiiig prize. And if she doesn’t, well, that’s ok. It’ll be my first trip by myself since I’ve been married, and well, I’m not sure how I feel about that. Right now, I feel fine. Right now, I feel great. Jen went to visit her parents with Max over Easter (was it last year), and I was fine. She was a semi-wreck, but for other reasons.