- Enjoyed a nice, sunny St Patrick’s evening in the backyard with the boys. Balls bouncing. Swingsets swinging. Cold Guiness. Dropkick Murphy’s on the speaker. Weber kettle fired up. My almost two year old, who is Patrick, had a fantastic time running around in the sun enjoying his feast day.
- Then dad remembered that “all of this” could go up in smoke imminently and everything he was gazing at could be soon living in the woods, hunger-game style, competing for foodstuffs and ragged. Then dad got drunk.
- My ******* dad was bitching today about how they shut down the steam room at Five Seasons this morning. But he still got his normal workout in, at least. *******. Boomers better be careful with this ****.
- I stayed home today with three little boys while my wife went to the office. They are absolute savages. Thought I might get at least some remote work done. False. The remote learning for my first grader took three hours. And the rest of the day my four year old screamed that he hated me. His best line was “I hate that you love me.” And my youngest had the *****.
- Awfully anxious times right now. Those of us who have little ones depending on food and shelter - whole different level of anxiety. I don’t have to tell you all that. Prayers and good vibes going out to folks like 73 who have already been affected. We’re all smart. We’ll get through this, and we’ll survive. That’s why we are who we are.