Almost

We had an almost completely normal week around here (almost completely? – nice sentence structure Bob). How unusual! Yes, there were doctor visits and a return of the nasty eye inflammation for Renee but things seemed almost routine. (almost again?) The biggest contention of the week was if we had enough butter in the house for the matzoh muffins (not near almost for me). Those things are like sponges. Renee can eat them dry. I don’t know how. They suck the moisture from your tongue. You could drop one in a gallon of water and the water would be asking for a drink. A thumb size muffin will soak up a pound of butter and ask for more. They put the smile on the face of the Land-O-Lakes lady. They’re good but it’s going to take another year for my body to re-hydrate.

Yesterday was just weird. I can’t go in to details here but I had the darkest day of my career at work. In contrast, it was a marvelous day outside, the brightest day of the year so far. Over the river the aerial acrobats were practicing for the big Thunder air show showing off the wings of warfare to a few scattered onlookers. Today hundreds of thousands will gather to watch the spectacular, yesterday though, I had the best seat in the house all to myself. Brown bagging it by the riverside while an F-16 pilot performed death defying stunts just above my head. It was as good as any thrill ride I’ve ever been on and just the ticket to help to temporarily lighten the burdens of the job. Then I got home and the girls and I just had a great family evening. I grilled a steak to perfection, played chauffeur, treated them to Italian ice and tucked them into bed early. Just what the doctor ordered.

A relatively quiet week under our belt goes in the plus column toward our goal of achieving normalcy before we jump back into chaos in June. We’re there – almost!