This morning, found a lost pig in our back yard. As pigs do, it had already dug up a fair amount of the yard. Since I don't have time right now to figure out where the heck it comes from, the dog and I teamed up to send it on its way further up the road. (This morning, someone else can deal with that.)
Two of my cousins and my aunts and uncle live in Virginia, and they've always been huge fans of the Washington Football-Team-That-Uses-A-Slur-For-A-Name. I remember one Christmas when I was in England and about 8 or 9 years old, they sent us some porcelain football player figurines with lamps attached. Even as a boy I hated the name of the team.
Sitting in a hotel room away from my girls sucks big time. My presence was urgently requested but what for, they're not even ready for partial commissioning yet, I could have stayed home, wouldn't have made a difference at this stage. It's how it always goes.
Wind was blowing, time stood still
Eagle flew out of the night
He was something to observe
Came in close, I heard a voice
Standing stretching every nerve
Had to listen had no choice
I did not believe the information
just had to trust imagination
My heart going boom boom boom
"Son," he said "Grab your things,
I've come to take you home."