
What if the calendar flips over and suddenly it’s January and *gah!* I still don’t have my life figured out.

It’s hard for me to look at the details of my life and be able to pick one out and say this, this here is something I get from my father.

This is a stupid debate to get drawn into. It acknowledges another possible interpretation of the events, when there isn’t one.
I asked how he was feeling. He gave me a thumbs up.

I may have jumped the gun. Alex had to go back on air support last night, but I’d already posted it as a milestone, a success.

We’re closer to the end. We know it intellectually, but it’s hard to reckon on an emotional level.