21 Jan

Writing from my seat on the plane to DC at the end of a long MLK holiday weekend, there is so much to be thankful for. The first real snowfall of the year started Friday night and lasted most of the day Saturday. On Saturday morning, I ran 6 miles then helped Natalie change a flat tire. John D came over at noon and we watched the Wisconsin men deliver Michigan their first loss of the season and afterwards, I picked up Andi from Discount tire where patience had run out on the repair of the flat. The frayed nerves lasted into the evening, which was a bummer, but after getting about halfway through the Netflix series “The Assassination of Gianni Versace,” Natalie and I had a good late night conversation in her room. In the morning, she and Andi took off to Birmingham for brunch with the Gorga gals, and I walked Bruno in the woods, making some fresh tracks in the powder of a clear cold bluebird day. After a trip to Planet Fitness, I picked up Natalie from home and we went errands shopping, discovering the new Easter eggs in the latest Tesla upgrade. Josh came over and stayed for dinner and with Natalie sleeping over at a friends house, Andi and I walked into the front patio to watch the eclipse of the moon right after midnight. It hung full and red in the sky, the light switched off on the snow momentarily and in the zero-degree cold, outer space felt very close. The moon has probably seen the sun disappear behind the earth so many times over millennia that it was just bored with the whole thing, a good reminder that the earth has time to adjust to whatever we’re doing to it now.