Two Weeks Notice

Last night, despite being a little sick, Lee and I had a fun date watching the Bulls lose in tragic fashion. We made Shawn Marion and Chris Bosh look like first ballot hall-of-famers. Our front line defense is reprehensible. Garnet and the Celtics are going to eat us alive in the playoffs if this trend continues. I will try to post pictures all the same.
Did anyone else see the link came from www.espnchicago.com? I'm excited about that at least.

We close on our condo two weeks from today. I am told we will hear back from the underwriter today, I should take care of the condo insurance shortly and we have already found a subletter for the summer.

It occurred to me that somewhere along the way, I became Middle-Aged Man to my friends. If you have never seen the sketch it was a hilarious short-lived sketch about a super hero whose super power was being middle-aged and thus having the knowledge and wisdom of a middle-aged person. So, he would randomly pop into young couples' personal discussions about buying a home, saving for retirement, etc. The character died because he required to much research in order to do the sketches, which I find funny in and of itself. With one exception, of my core nucleus of friends, my 20 closest friends, I am the only one that owns a home, the only one to have had a career-level job, the only one with a graduate degree, one of a small handful that is married, etc. I accelerated to middle age pretty fast and I have become the go-to source of background info on life-altering decisions. I don't really understand it though. I don't believe there is an intellectual gap between us, why was I the only one? I made a lot of friends in graduate school and, not surprisingly, a lot of them will be joining the ranks of middle age soon, but still...

-JohnMark