Fran's thousand shades of green drip wetness, Palm Trees dance, the umbrella is closed and the table on the Beloved Back deck holds a standing puddle.
Sitting inside the dark kitchen I'm trying to be quite while Sarah and her girls sleep in though Jackson Browne's softly streaming from the glow on my computer screen.
Goddess lay under my bare feet and I rub her golden fur as I bounce around the virtual world.
I keep clearing my throat which sounds like sonic booms in a dark house full of sleeping girls but it's a day to stay cuddled in bed.
Besides everyone's tired after a hectic week.
It's game day and I'm up and excited, the little boy in me still very much alive, wearing my UGA gear and ready to see how another football Saturday plays out.
The Beloved Dawgs of Georgia are playing a very bad team from Troy but I don't care ... I'll be watching and talking to the kids during the game, wistful that we're not there but happy to be home with Sarah and the girls.
I'm cooking Cinnamon rolls for breakfast, already looking forward to Cassidy licking the icing from the cup and the fierce competition over the ones with the most icing melting on top.
At least it's warm outside ... 76 on this wet day ... and I don't mind rain as long as it's not cold.
Bad things are on the news and I choose to not own any of it today ... stupid people doing and saying stupid things ... I'm now convinced the news is the same every single day ... only the names and locations change.
A harder rain pelts the sliding glass doors bringing me back into focus.
I tiptoe to the open window in our bedroom to check on my wife who's peacefully slumbering and I hope she's having good dreams.
Returning to the dark kitchen, Jackson's telling me to "take it easy."
I think I will.
I've got way more than I deserve ... have no idea how long I get to keep it ... but am going to love every damn second of it while I can.
I hope you do too.
