Maybe because life has been so hectically all over the map for the past month…
All I want to do right now is The Usual.
Making meals in the slow cooker, walking to work, having friends stop by.
Even scooping up scary amounts of dog poop, accumulated over an embarrassing stretch of crazy-home-ignoring weeks… feels pretty damn good.
The usual hike, with the usual suspects.
The usual run to the top.
The usual joy at seeing our valley come back to life after the winter. The same old usual infinitely remarkable springtime bliss.
I’ll have the usual, thanks.
Thankful. so thankful, for the usual.