And so it was that I opened my eyes this morning with my son bouncing on my head, pleading for me to wake up, my nose stopped and runny from seasonal allergies, my wife baking coffee and tidying up before her first clients. There is nothing fundamentally interesting about that, save the context within a time frame, the long tubular look back at some fuzzy imprints of a childhood, a few snatches of feathering expectations and the supposed presentation of it all to someone who has presumably watched it happen from a different perspective. I think of all the times people say "stop making excuses" and of all the times people should not comment on excuses. Excuses are as much a part of the process as anything else, needing to be expelled like carbon dioxide before the lungs can be refilled.
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