I’m sitting in the living room with my laptop on my lap. My 5 week old daughter lies beside me snoring silently. I’m watching St. Elmo’s Fire and surfing for web news. My black sweater has a large milk stain where Meggan coughed, looked as if she was going to choke and then vomited a stomachful of mucus-laden milk all over me.
It’s amazing what a little time waster she is. Entire days go by without achieving anything because she sucks up the free time. You realise you life your life one-handed because you hold her in the other. The ache in your muscles is due to her uncanny ability to want to be held in the most uncomfortable position (for you).
In other news, one copy of Wolfenstein arrived and D came uo with his iMac so we could play. The single player game is a bit heavy on the nerves and we had to put the textures WAY down for the ATI Rage 128 in the iMac. My Pismo has the -Mobility version of the same card so it’s a similar exercise for me. Of course it makes me want a new TiBook even more and I wish I had the money to buy D a new iMac with a GeForce 2MX. Or better.
While D played the game I held the baby. It’s the way of things. D says it was weird when I said “Come on Meggan, come over and play with Daddy and Uncle Damien” – he explained that calling myself “Daddy” was the weird thing.
So here’s to the rest of you. I’m tired. I’m stressed. Life is good.