Where the crap "just keep(s) coming, like the punishing fists of a well-conditioned boxer when the bellman has fallen asleep." -- Quote stolen from Mickey
Monday, April 28, 2008
Just Some Lame Stuff
I sit in the car waiting for my wife, the sleeping baby in the back an anchor mooring me here in the driver's seat going nowhere, watching strangers drift in scattered paths of ahead of me. I'm a bit jealous of their wanderings, but I look in the mirror, see my sleeping son's face, and (I don't know why) I am comforted.