Out-Numbered

I just said goodbye to my dog. He didn't die thank God. That would have wrecked me. He just went to hang out with his grandma for the night. Those two are old souls. Probably making good on unfinished business from lives past. The thought of it makes me smile. Today I've had the day to myself which is rare. Much needed time to reflect and decompress. Time to reverse engineer the last three hundred and sixty five twenty fours. Life has been busy and slow and empty and full. It's been up and down and all of the above. It's been ad infinitum and whatever else describes the endless flow of days. They pile up and spill out all over the floor, in a crash, like a fumbled pitcher of sweet iced tea that slipped from the hands of a little kid trying to impress a living room full of adults, gathered around the dining room table, locked in a game of charades. I'm feeling a little bit vulnerable right now. My emotions have been waiting patiently. Waiting ...

I’d like to say to everyone who is reading, that I have truly missed you. I kind of bailed on the blog last week for a bunch of different reasons. One reason was that I was freaking exhausted. I always save my writing for Out-Numbered for Sunday evening when the kids are asleep. It’s a great way to wind down and put my thoughts together. It’s also fairly therapeutic most of the time. Last week I had a ton of shit on my mind and found that I was way to preoccupied to dedicate my pea brain to anything one track. Another reason was that I had arrived home late from a weekend excursion with my family and three other families at a resort in Pennsylvania. When I say families, I mean kids and all. That would be six kids and eight adults in one house. I probably shouldn’t get into the minute details of the trip. My wife and I have been friends with these people for longer than we’d all care to admit and I respect their privacy. There are really only two things from this trip that still resonat...