So far, the eggplant doesn’t seem to have sped this along. We have until about 7 p.m. tonight until Scalini’s free dinner and t-shirt deal expire. Oh well. As I’m sure my brother-in-law Scott would attest, this is all probably just a conspiracy to make sure that our baby arrives right around 7 p.m. this Sunday, just as the Masters tournament concludes. I’m sure they have CBS on the hospital tv system, so hopefully Amy will find the azaleas and green grass have a calming effect. A guy can hope, right?