Friday night. Grilling dinner and shop vacuuming dog hair out of my wife’s car. Going to a light show at a fancy garden but making sure that we get home early enough to go to sleep in order to wake up to make it to a 7:30 5k fundraiser check-in. Also tomorrow I have to remember to change the house air filter. It all makes me feel like the most suburban husband I can possibly be.
This song is not my life but it is good: