First, there’s that moment when you realize that you will NOT be having that leftover kung pao chicken for dinner tonight. That’s a downer, brought on by our old friend, Mr. Gravity.
Then there’s that moment when your office gets half filled by balloons (no, today isn’t my birthday, but you can see it from here) and everyone in the office stands outside and “oooooohs” and “aaaaaaaahs.” Most of them have known The Long-Suffering Wife for a while and were quite impressed. That’s an “up,” especially since I’m looking more like the “Ed Asner” character in that Pixar movie every day.
Back at the ranch, the inevitable has thundered on like a Microsoft-powered freight train. It remains to be seen if this gift comes from the good witch, or from the bad witch.