There is a coat of new primer drying in the nursery. Babies are so much work. It’s hard to imagine what it will be like once she’s here.

Next weekend, perhaps I’ll erect a gazebo. I saw a great one on sale at Home Depot yesterday. It needs to be purchased and built before the shower next month, or else our guests will get sunburns. Christ.

The crib is still in its box, waiting to be assembled. The rest of the furniture is still at the warehouse, waiting for me to pick it up. Clock is ticking. Lisa is starting to have contractions, and is convinced that little Betty is coming on June 5. No, I say. I need the full two months. I had not planned on a premature delivery. I mean, I haven’t even mapped the fastest route to the hospital yet.

What happened to the world I knew and was comfortable with? What happened to my friends and my drunken nights at Lee Harvey’s? I wonder if they miss me. No one calls anymore. I have this whole new life and have to learn all this new stuff. Life is so complicated.

I just downloaded everything Bob Dylan ever recorded. He’s a genius.

I was so much older then. I’m younger than that now.