4 Jan

Friday, the third and last in a break that has involved mostly sleeping in and going out. Last night’s dinner at The Standard was epic, we all ordered what we wanted. David asked what it was like to have money coming out my ass, which was an interesting question, that, even if the premise can be agreed, suggests that ass-money must mean puppies and rainbows. While I have so much to be thankful for (including this morning’s breakfast with Grandpa and the kids at the table featuring oatmeal with blueberries and Michigan maple syrup, scrambled eggs, and Swiss chocolate spread over banana bread), there seems to be a constant “meh” reaction to all I feel I should be more grateful for. I would like to have felt gratitude for today’s weather, clear blue skies and a high temp of 50 degrees under which the Tesla got washed and a Huron River Drive was had, and Grandpa got to it when he said, “Enjoy it while it lasts, there won’t be another [January 4] day like this in another 50 years.” He’s a climate change-denying Trump supporter obviously, and maybe my problem is that I can’t be as blissfully unaware that this is all very bad, for as nice as it sometimes is.