Spending My Time Wisely
(NOTE: Based on time elapsed since the posting of this entry, the BS-o-meter calculates this is 15.678% likely to be something that Ferrett now regrets.)
Where was I at 12:12:12 today?
Curled up in my wife’s arms. Just the way we’d been on December 31st, 1999, 11:59:59, watching the numbers change. No cell phone, no Internet, just ensured that we were together for this transition, as we’ll be together for all transitions.
It’s a tiny, foolish thing. But our lives are knitted together by tiny, foolish things. We embrace them, just as we embrace each other when the last-of-a-lifetime event slips by so noisily.
Love you, sweetie. More than meatballs.
Ha! You haven’t had *my* meatballs yet.
*makes plans to invade your kitchen at some time in the indeterminate future*
best,
Joel
PS — over noodles.