Bacon-Wrapped Dirt Clod

I woke up in my "Pancakes please!" shirt determined to keep my streak going; only change shirts once a day, at bath time in the evening.

My will was strong all morning. I got the boys ready to head off to kindergarten and went for my morning walk, stopping at Lawson for a quick protein bar snack, and arriving back at my desk to prep for my 9 a.m. meeting while I sipped coffee out of my Thermos mug.

But as the meeting time drew closer I got weak. At 8:54 I noticed on Microsoft Teams that someone had logged in and started the meeting. I hustled into the closet, grabbed a polo shirt with my company logo on it, and quickly changed out.

When all 7 of the meeting members logged in I could see that only two people were wearing a collared shirt, one of them me of course. My boss, who happens to be the president of the company, was wearing what seemed to be a sort of undershirt of the kind I would normally be wearing, but with a casual sport coat over it.

Doh! Good move. I'm using that.

Basically, I should've stuck to my guns. And now I'm going to use the sport coat like amateur chefs use bacon. Put bacon on anything and people will eat it. Ranch dressing works too. Pour ranch dressing on spinach and any child will consume it without question. Wrap a dirt clod in bacon, same result.

It turns out my wife started writing a blog recently as well. I have no idea what she writes or where to find it, but apparently after less than a week she has hundreds of readers. She's quietly the coolest person around at all times.

She asked me the other night if I am writing a blog and I asked her why. Turns out I fell asleep at my desk and when she came in to wake me she noticed my computer screen. She didn't snoop or anything, but at a glance she could figure it out. That was apparently her inspiration for starting her own blog, which is apparently on the way to becoming phenomenally successful.

The boys are getting more and more rambunctious daily. I love it. My patience is exercised constantly, but even when they get super hyperactive and even completely nuts, I can never forget to be thankful that they are healthy and happy. Just buckling them in their car seats is a circus-like feat.

It's been a long, hectic week. My head shrinker group therapy meeting was off tonight. Glad I checked the clinic website. I don't mind wasting subway fare, but I do mind wasting positive expectations. I needed something, though, so I did an extended evening walk. My photo skills could never capture it properly, but the clouds as I crossed Route 4 at dusk were awe-inspiring.

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