of what the rest of us feel. A little crazy! A little unfurled! Undone and wild and definitely not regular. Matthew's been gone for two days working for the Man, and the rest of us have been juggling babies and boxes and work, trying to pack, trying to get some semblance of order in these disorderly times. One more day for me to pack, and then I go to the hospital and meet my babyboy. Matthew will see an apartment during his lunch break, work until he's allowed to leave, and then hurry down here - hopefully in time to remind me how to breathe, hopefully in time to see his son before anyone else. What is going on? Right? As the Flaco said the other day, "I do absolutely not know."