I never tire of opening the front door on a Saturday morning to take Pup for a walk and looking at the bright blue sky rather than first scanning the parking lot to see IF my car made it home from the previous night and what shape it was in. I looked in the mirror before walking out and ran a brush through my hair and thought "not too bad" vs..."Holy Hell look at you". I didn't have to spend my walk trying to remember the events of the prior evening and what I did or didn't do but rather spent time thinking about which direction Pup would take us and listening to the different morning noises. I didn't have to think about how much money I had wasted but rather how I thought steak and shrimp on the grill would be fun tonight before a campfire with smores. I was able to have a conversation with my son this morning about his plans for the day rather than having to make apologies for my behavior or absence the night before. This just never gets old for me
