There is something so basic and primal that it doesn’t take take thought.
It just is.
It can go beyond we know we want to what we need.
My husband has thrown himself headfirst into it.
Life as we knew as it came to a screaming, painful halt for fantasy football draft weekend.
The man who will forget his daughter’s first grade play can remember which player grew up in New York, went to college at U of Southern Ca, played second string quarterback in middle school, was drafted at which number, had a hangnail when, and suffered a pulled groin muscle when. His dog had puppies in last June too.
Seven of them.
Four females, three males.
Mother’s name is Blue.
He got her in college.
Did I tell you my husband forgot to put away his socks last weeks?