The daily spin. Mid-day, mid-week just now, but over the last year. I have to remind myself, “you’re so lucky to have this time.” Whew.

Plates of food here and there, small bowls of cut fruit too. All amongst papers and books, pencils and pens. Quite a sense of immediate disarray.

Sometimes the banter is considerable.

I feel a bit frayed. Until I imagine that I’m sitting at a long table on an elementary school playground.

Then it all feels normal. Of course they are this way. Of course I’m so lucky.

To know these kids, to be their dad, to have this time.

So damn lucky.