| As I drive down the street there seems to be noone in sight. Almost feels like I took a wrong
turn into a ghostown. I get out of my car, walk up to this box, and peer inside. I see nothing
but papers upon papers of companies and addresses I've never seen or heard of, all worthy of a
trash can. I head over to the door, turn the knob and it doesn't open. I reach in my pocket and
get my mission impossible door opener (custom made to open a specific door.) All you could hear
is the squeaking of the opening door. I get inside to what looks like and empty house. I walk
around and in the bedroom find a body laying there, it's my wife! Apparently she's taking her
usual postwork nap, like she has been doing every afternoon the past 2 1/2 months. Welcome to
the first trimester.
In this first trimester I noticed what most PC-gamers call 'lagging'. It's the slowing down of
a character during a game because of memory overload on the main computers behalf. What we have
here is a classic case of SNCS - Stress day, nap afternoon, cook night, sleep tight. Well, it's
up to me to do whatever hasn't been taken care of for the day. If she cooked, I wash the dishes.
If she didn't cook, I use this great piece of technology, do the George Jetson, and push
1-8-0-0-T-A-K-E-O-U-T. So I'm better at making breakfast!
Once dinner is eaten I quickly tidy up the house. Then it's online time. I search the web for
helpfuls that I can put in our links section. I work on the graphics. The computer wants to fight
with me, I fight back. Just when I get that feeling that I almost got it figured out, I hear a
faint voice in the background calling out "honey, are you gonna come to bed? I can't sleep!"
I buy myself some more time with "Hold on, let me shut the computer down!" I work some more until
I hear a less faint "honey!" I end up going to bed bickering like a grumpy old man. As I lay down
and put my arm around this beautiful glowing body, the bickering slows down, I appreciate the
moment, and realize tomorrow is another day. |
