I’m off for a couple weeks, a personal tradition that dates back to when the boys were little and the excitement leading to Christmas was more fun than the day itself.
I suppose that is still true, but the boys are older, rise later and disappear earlier so it’s a little different now. Personally I’m no less excited to have them home than I was then. They’re just bigger.
So we do different things. A little shopping. A little this. A little that. And I’m just pecking away here to let you know I’m still alive.
On Monday, Chris came with me to the gym. I think I will summarize by saying he came away with a new appreciation for what his old dad goes through virtually every, single day.
I know that because at the end of the workout — and because I was off work we went at noon, not 6a — he said “You do this EVERY day?”
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