"The car is on the truck."

That's what they told me yesterday. Now, apparently, "the car is on the train," but that didn't stop Rachel and I from dropping by the dealership before work this morning. Sure enough, the printout says it should be here today and, like the expectant but busy father, I'll be getting a phone call when the car arrives at zero-station, and I'll take off to see my baby.

But for now, there's work to be done, meetings to attend, and all that stuff.