We are back home after the thirty-seventh iteration of our particular Boggie Bloat, and the dogs & cats have been served their dinners (THREE hours late, we are indignantly reminded). I am doing my best to feel flattered that two of the people who’ve known me longest congratulated me on how much better & healthier than I looked when they last saw me two years ago, which I assured them was mostly due to having slept in my own bed last night. And I remembered that two years ago, I’d spent the preceding 24 hours under great stress and contention with the Spousal Unit and the three godsdamned damaged rescue dogs, culminating in an unscheduled three-hour pre-dawn delay in a strip mall parking lot outside Parsipanny, after (a) a tire blew out (b) somebody realized he’d forgotten to re-inflate the spare, and (c) it was established, after much cellphone triangulation, that somebody had also forgotten to update his AAA membership before we started the trek from Boston to Hoboken…
So now, I have one more reason to be grateful tonight.
How’s things in your neighborhood?