So, here I am on the Odakyu line from Shinjuku, pressing on the glass face of my iPhone. It's not that bad, I should probably write something worthwhile if I'm ever going to be in the New York Times.
Tomorrow is T minus 100 days until I see the face of my son. There's something about that numerical milestone that sends shivers up my back. I feel that I'm standing al la Pink Floyd's The Wall' craning my neck to look up at the judge while at the same time cowering at his questions: Are you ready for it all?
I am.
More tomorrow.
C
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