High-def
Decidedly—and delightfully—lazy. And yet—a day of days.
A quiet morning. Bacon and eggs. And no other plans.
Finishing Me, Myself & Irene. Going back to bed.
The excitement of P coming home. And the comfort of a generously well-supplied kitchen once she was.
The best of friends calling. Throwing the frisbee in the street after dinner on one of those first glorious, golden evenings when it starts warming up.
A day which should have been a trainwreck was ultimately one of the best days ever. It was as glorious and humble in every way it was both normal and one of a kind.
Living in high-def.
From chaos comes clarity:
That day you come to know something funking important without a funking doubt. Full stop.
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