Ever Onward, Through The Fog

It's really late at night and a heavy fog is blanketing my neighborhood. There's a ghostly line of trees at the back of the yard. The moon is there - a reminder that the fog is just a layer of mystery, not permanent. Every time I think about it, the fog quiets my thoughts. It's oddly oppressive and comforting at the same time. Like time. Ever onward - never knowing exactly what's coming.

Watching Them Eat

I don't need to see grown men eating in commercials. It's enough that I have to watch my three-year-old eat. I love her so much - but sometimes it seems like she just smears the food on her lips and teeth and cheeks. I say "Sweetheart, why do you have to eat like that?" And she smiles, revealing more food stuck in all the nooks and crannies of her mouth. Somehow I manage to keep my own food down - barely. But, watching grown men eating mouthfuls of food on a big-screen tv...now that's disgusting.