‘Ray!
I just got home from work, and found a message waiting on my answering machine: it seems that Pam and Arthur are parents!
Raymond Hill Evans appears to have been born yesterday, but the promised birth announcement email hasn't yet shown up in my mailbox (I hope I'm not jumping the gun by posting this), and I don't know if I'm allowed to publicize the URL of the photo gallery.
And I don't want to call the hospital tonight 'cause it's latish and I might wake people up.
But gosh. Way cool.
Yay!
(For those who have no idea who I'm talking about, Arthur is a friend of mine from high school, and was my housemate and co-worker for five years before I wandered off on my Wanderjahr. He and Pam got married last summer. They are both Cool People, and I don't see them nearly often enough, and now I will probably see them even less, at least for a while. But I'm looking forward to meeting their offspring.)
I'm particularly amused because about an hour after Arthur left me that phone message, I (blithely unaware) dropped them a note in email teasing Pam about being overdue (she's a librarian), since the official due date was Tuesday. I guess librarians are pretty prompt after all.