Had nowhere near the amount of love that I have now, that encircles me daily, reminding me to shut my fucking whiny mouth and look around at what I have, who I have.. my kids, the Nurse, healthy parents.

I see it now.  I see ME.  Me, this writer, the one writing, typing, looking at his love’s earring wrapped around the little wooden RELAX article, her pjs.  Okay, now I know the Story is communicating, lecturing me.

I’m not the professor, but student.  Learning… next ten seconds what do I receive….  Jack talking to a friend, washing machine at end of its cycle intensifying in noise and intensity, warmer in the room and probably time for me to turn on the AC.  It’s like a sweatshop on this floor…

87 outside.  Summer not caring if I’m comfortable.  Mike, shut it… laughing at myself.  I have to.  I can only laugh.  Grateful for the ability to laugh, that I have this inclination to let go a bit, not worry, enjoy the day with my chatty kids.  And who am I to call them chatty?  Have we met?