After a long winter of ear infections,and a three year old who seems to be copying the daily life of Dennis the Menace, things are looking up. My daughter is 8 going on 18, and my wife, who despite having the patience of Job dealing with all the things that happen daily to a stay at home Mom, is just one of my stupid comments away from using my head as a pinata. Even so, the sun is shining.
I've been self employed for the last 14 years and have to make quarterly payments of my estimated taxes. My accountant called yesterday, and for the first time EVER, I'm getting a refund. Not just a federal refund, but a state as well. The fact that I made less, have a higher mortgage, and get mugged by my health insurance company every month is not going to take away my joy at this unexpected windfall.
I spent 2 hours watching NESN videos on Spring Training last night, and finally made it to bed around 1 this morning. Am I certifiable? Yes. I blabbered on and on to Angie this morning about what Tito and Theo said in their 20 minute press conference, even though they are more tight lipped than the Bush administration about anything important, and basically said nothing in that 20 minutes. Did not care. It was baseball.
Down in FL, pitchers are throwing, guys are running, and Schill is talking 90 miles a minute to anyone who will listen. Any day now, Manny will come skipping into camp, grinning and pointing, and the man hugs will commence. Inside, I'm doing a happy jig.
Because baseball, finally, is here.