Why do we say “needless to say,” only to follow with the unneeded? [eD note: this is, perhaps, not the most judicious edit of “needless to say,”] I need to say, as of late, I’m exhausted. This might be the cause of my preemptive digression (does that make everything else that follows the real digression?). Focus, eD, this is important.
Our eight-month old, the tyrannical Monarch of House Giuliani, Lord Luca, has made it a hobby to keep us awake for most of the night. In his circles, they call it parent hunting. Anyhow, to make matters even more challenging, I have recently joined my old hockey team and started to work out again. Throw in work travel and jet-lag, recent efforts to stamp “final” on a novel, and I must confess that this (i.e., me) usurped democratic head of state of the former Giuliani Federation, is dogging it.
In fact, on this very day my legs wobble, I’m starved to the point that drool has spotted my tie, I’m desperate for a nap, and I’m distracted by virtually everything. Other than this post, I’ve been reduced to monosyllabic responses.
Thanks to Lord Luca, I feel like a turtle thrown on its shell. And that’s the beauty of his transgression, if you could call it that: I’ve never been so close to my son before. Between the drool, desperation for naps, grunts, and shaky legs, I’m even acting like him. That’s what I call effective ruling, but that goes without… ooooh look at those shiny buttons.