Which I say only because the office is damned well deserted. Or at least a damn sight quieter. My manager has even given us leave to go home, since she’s sick, and since the Principal tech writer in our group made the executive decision to slack off at home, anyway. Sure, if she does it, then it’s fine. Bloody favoritism.
Baseless whinging aside…well, if I avoided that, I’d be writing extremely short columns, indeed. But that’s beside the point.
First off, multiple doctors agree that my wife is fine, and that the pregnancy should go as well as any other. One thing about pregnancy: Doctors guess a lot. There are lots of percentages, and variables, and ranges, and all that sort of thing that lead to many vague statements. Which I can understand, but you really do want someone to say, “Here’s what’s going on, here’s what it means, here are the consequences.” But they just can’t be that specific, so the best you can do is find a doctor who can explain that annoying truth in a way that’s reassuring. Benefits of a large family are becoming apparent, as it happens that one of my wife’s aunts is married to a doctor who works with another doctor specializing in high-risk pregnancies.
So, the consensus at this point is that everything should be OK, and that the baby is a girl. We thought that my daughter would be happy about that, but she just took it in stride. She had asked for a sister, after all, so I don’t think she fully understood that the baby’s gender was at all in question.
So now we’re relaxing a bit after a highly stressful few weeks, and that means that I’m fighting off some sort of cold, or flu, or something. Or it could just be my sinuses reacting to the changing weather in a worse than normal way. Or maybe I’m just tired, and really shouldn’t keep staying up late to check out just one more dungeon in Crystal Chronicles. That last item is definitely true. But when you do just pop in to look at the monsters, and then you find a chunk of mythril that you need in order to get a blacksmith to craft you a studly Mythril Hauberk, well, what choice do you have but to finish the dungeon? None at all, of course.
And…that’s it. Almost time to call it a year. I’d do a list of movies or something, but I’ve seen two in theaters in the past year. Which is not a low number for me. In fact, I don’t expect that number to increase next year. Wait, I lie: I’ve seen three in theaters. So it’s been quite the bumper year of movies for me. I’m predicting one for next year. Hey, Ra already predicted the big stuff.