2.176.

You may have noticed the jump in numbering. As I was going through the past week of posts I noticed two version of 2.170. This necessitated edits all the way up the chain. One day I’ll go back through all of them and make sure there are no more such repeats. Neat that I had a moment to do that–to think about that even. I’m sitting at the dining room table swilling down an Old Fashioned and watching my kids play video games as I write this evening’s post. This is a good moment. This is not quite the life I want. It is adjacent and wrong in more ways than I can count, but it is what happiness is supposed to taste like. If you pause to look closer–to dissect the moment–you’ll see what I mean.

But we won’t do that this evening.

Instead we will view it out of the corner of our eye and pretend everything is wonderful. For a while it is. For as long as we will it to be. For as long as we can take. Tonight we can take all the moment has to offer, because there is enough here that is pure and innocent and fun to make it work.

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