i'm feeling childlike, please disregard

stumbled bleary-eyed out of bed this morning to a shock of cool air that had me reaching for the closest battered old hoodie. there was a voicemail from a sox fan waiting for me, and after some well wishes ("i hope they get swept and you cry for days and days") he said something about the weather and then the magic words: "fall baseball." fall baseball. right now is full of possibilities sweet and painful, and maybe a little bit of both... and for the next forty five minutes or so i'm going to work on shedding all my pent-up cynicism and savor the taste of hopefulness.