Just got a call from the parents: my younger sister (who married a nice Italian man last year) is on the way to the hospital for delivery of her first child. My niece. My. Niece.
Cripes. I think that sound in the background is Time -- which, having already long since snuck by, is making a break through the back door and sprinting across the yard toward the fence.
(In other news -- plenty going on in my life, just less time/motivation than usual to talk about it. Among the fruits of my recent labors is organizing my Fireborn resources. Speaking of which, back to writing tomorrow's game.)