I had breakfast today with one of my favourite people. My middle son and I shared toast and tea and it was nice to visit with him, just him, for a few minutes before he went out to do chores.


Colton is the last man standing.

Our home has been hit with a nasty bug, and so far he and I are the only ones who haven’t fallen victim. We were talking about it. About trying to avoid what will probably be inevitable. About how it’s almost worse, the anticipation of something nasty than the nasty itself. About how, if it’s going to happen, we’d have rather had it first and gotten it over with.

It feels like years since we’ve done math or read a book.

Sometimes, just trying to stay ahead of the nasty is about all there is energy for.