Yes, the post from the wee hours of yesterday morning is gone baby gone. And we shall never speak of it again on this blog (and by "again" I mean, "this week") but I will tell you that I am encouraged and have stopped the nervous vomiting. We've done what we are supposed to and so far, no one is letting us down.
You know why we won't speak of it? Because of f*cking Facebook that's why. Because my Worlds Are Colliding and there are schoolish type folks on FB who are now reading this here blog which is exciting as far as page views go, but puts a bit of filter on what I am willing to share.
I'm not Dooce, folks. I am unwilling to let it all hang out.
But, for the 12 of you who either live on the east coast or who keep stupid insomniac hours, thank you for your comments and your emails and your willingness to share your own experiences with me.
Moving on (On the blog only. In real life I am living a continual loop of concern and nausea).
It's almost Thanksgiving which in our home means a trip to Catalina where the kids rule the roost and the adults pretend not to notice. It also kicks off the official start to 24 Christmas Tunes which Hugh will put up with until 12/26 when they must be stopped or he will unfortunatley have to leave me.
I am going to go now and slug down my 3rd cup of coffee and contemplate trying to keep down dry toast.
And post a link on FB.