After all, it's 2:30 in the afternoon, I should be able to stay awake. But it's that anticipation that I'm talking about. That feeling that you had when you were 8-years-old, and the calendar said "December 21st". How you would check about every hour to see if it was December 22nd yet. There were red "X"s on every day since November 1, and you hadn't been able to sleep since December 18th.

I've often looked back on those days with a certain fondness. Christmas isn't the same anymore. There's not red "X"s on the calendar, and I don't get any less sleep on the night of December 24th than June 3rd. Is it part of growing up? Does anticipation not effect me the same? Have I become more stoic about it, or has Christmas changed? For a long time I thought it was me, but today I'm thinking otherwise.

Today, those little red "X"s are appearing again. Every 10-15 minutes I'm checking, just wondering if anything has changed. The anticipation is killing me. I guess this is what it's like to be a father (did I just say that? That could start rumors).

Well, you can anticipate with me. You can check back every 10-15 minutes to see if anything has changed. Right now, I gotta get ready to go. I'll post more later!