- The Moon. It’s peaceful steadiness and the knowledge that whether I can see it or not it’s always there.
- Air travel. It really is a miracle that I can go from Atlanta to New York in an evening. It was an impossibility for the vast — vast — majority of human history.
- Dad and Cherry plan to add me back to their will. I understand them taking me out, given the acrimony surrounding Grandmother’s final years, but I sorta thought we’d moved past that and feel a little foolish that it hadn’t occurred to me these past few years that I still wasn’t in it. Anyway, while the root circumstance makes me sad and I wish they had just put me back in rather than telling me about it (especially given all the time that has passed), I’m grateful that they at least finally feel safe to include me. It’s not the money, it’s the inclusion.
- Rural lights in the darkness from 30,000 feet.
- Tyler hasn’t called since accusing me of using her for sex, cursing at me, and hanging up on me. I don’t have anything to say to her and I’m grateful not to have to.
Many thanks,
Me
P.S. My beloved LaGuardia.