The end of time, energy after sickness, and base stealing...in no particular order

So it seems I have caught the little bug that kept Dracen out of school one day last week. The one that came back on Saturday afternoon and had him sounding like he was coughing up both lungs. Luckily, after a 13 hour sleeping marathon Saturday night, he was feeling much better. Me? Not so much. I sound a bit like I've been chain smoking for the past twenty years.

But I have definitely had worse and am not expecting myself to check out any time in the immediate future although (unless I saw it incorrectly) when I glanced over at the town's digital sign while on our way to the high school this morning I read that time will be ending for all of us here soon and very soon.

Because I am quite certain it read, "Time Ends 11/3/2013".

By the time Devin looked over it had changed to something else. Hmm...good thing I am not the superstitious sort. I'm guessing that maybe it had scrolled out "Daylight Savings" before that but all I got was the part about the end of time. Listen. I'm no digital sign expert or anything but surely we could get all those words to fit on there at once. It's a fairly big sign and there are certain folk who can get sort of crazy over mention of such things as the end of time as we know it. 

I  once worked with one of them.

He actually told me, when I was expecting Devin (this was 1999 and the whole Y2K madness was looming) that he felt sorry for me because I was about to have a baby right there at the beginning of the Apocalypse.  He was certifiable, that one. I could write an entire series of posts on him. 

But right now I want to talk more about the adventures of that youngest boy, Dracen...

Before his baseball game last night he was practically bouncing off.the.walls. He claimed it was because he had been sick and he always gets this way after he's been sick which was why he got called down for talking in science class (he always tells me when he gets reprimanded at school, most unlike his brother) but as he so manically explained, he just couldn't help it! He just couldn't help it! I think it had more to do with the weekend sleeping marathon than anything else but whatever the reason, the boy was running on a full tank.

Which is why I suspected he was going to pull something crazy at his game.

And I was right. 

He got walked his first bat but his second time to the plate, knocked the bajeebies out of the ball (like I have never seen him do), soaring it way out into the outfield and then took off running the bases like a bat out of h-e double l. The outfielders got the ball in as he was rounding second but did he care or even notice? Nope. Kept on booking it to third.

Apparently though, it was Forrest Gump's lucky day because the next thing I heard (over my own "NOOOO") was, "Heee's....SAFE!" 

Then on his next bat he hit it way up into the air and it came down right  into the first baseman's glove. Only he dropped it. Forrest was safe again. I don't think he's come down yet. And he claims this energy comes from getting over a sickness? Maybe I'll get a little touch of that once my smoker's cough passes.

Here's to hoping,