Here we are, ready to pounce on the darkness from car seats on the highway. There are police blockading us from getting where we need to go and we are high on life. I am so high on morphine. I can't help it, I became addicted the day before yesterday while at work. I found a secret stash in the office supply closet, behind the neverending sky high stack of post-its. I semi like post-its.
Dear Ham Paw, I am looking forward to Saturday's festive incantatory rabbit-hutch-style meetings and sacred communal laugh showers. I am saving and shrinking and celebrating in anticipation. Delight is the name of the game of the day. I love thee.