Kev held Johnny yesterday. I wish I could’ve been there. Would’ve been great to see them outside those little plastic fish bowls they got them in. Yeah, I know they need them, but it only reinforces how fragile they are.
I’d joked about being there when he first held either one of them, but at least I know things’re looking up for them in small ways. I wonder if this is what it’s like to actually have kids of your own, wanting to be there every moment so you don’t miss out on anything.
I think I’m gonna head down to Daytona and peek at the testing. Going cross eyed with the paperwork and getting claustrophobic in that office. I chose it, but sometimes not even an ipod can block out everything. Ain’t many that bother coming to see me. Think the sweet gal of a secretary has taken pity on me. She mother hens me to eat and all that. Even barricading me out of my makeshift office at one point when she swore I’d been there for 48 hours straight.
She’s been the best to me. She knows I sometimes crash there and I thank her for not spilling the beans to everyone else. Don’t care to think ’bout the nasty things that could be lying in wait for me if everyone else knew.