Can't Touch This

Tonight’s the night. In 50 some hours it will all be done with and I’ll be in that post-deadline/event melancholia no doubt. There’s this moment, I’m not sure exactly when it begins, when a ball is set in motion and you just have to sit back and watch it ride its way out – cringe a little as it collides with this or that and careens off to unexpected places but then somehow ends up exactly where it’s supposed to be. Maybe that moment happens for each of us on the day we’re conceived.