From Yesterday: That would be me right this very moment.  The fact is I should be pumping adrenelin like a madwoman but I’m not. Game 7 is tonight. It’s a make or break deal for my beloved Red Sox. My smack talking bet making pal is oddly quiet today which makes me think he’s working some extra mojo for the Devil Rays.  I should be beyond stoked and ready to rumble but I’m not.  There are too many loose ends at this time.  I built myself up and prepared for the worst in other worlds but there were obstacles and there is no resolution yet.  I hate the very idea of the worst case scenario but I’m not the only decision maker in this game.  My patience is on full blast.  Ironic isn’t it-The one who taught me the most about it is the one who tests it the most?  There is a method to the madness…

From today: I’m not so topsy turvy anymore. Life has gone back to the typical rut it’s always in.  The only exciting news is that I think my eyes are bleeding from a 2 hour budget/financial crisis meeting.  Somehow being enclosed in an office with polar opposites was not how I imagined my afternoon.  Sadly nothing very positive came from it either-Except more work for poor me! Little Turtle is sick from camping in the chilly Fall air yet he is still stoked.  He was given a ‘Jeter knuckle bump’ from a fellow Yankees fan via me (I think my knuckles are burned..) to congratulate the Rays on stomping my beloved Sox. Yes, I will be in Yankees gear one day soon–Much to my displeasure.