Next time around it smacked Baba in the kisser. That’ll learn me to pay attention.
To wit (re: paying attention): I’ll be untethered from ye olde internet next week. Digital Sabbatical time, thank you GwenBell et al.! Clarity, monotasking parenthood, and board games all shimmer like palm trees at a distant oasis. Between now and the oasis: a bit of extendo family revelry, cooking a feast for a dozen, and the kids’ favorite holiday. I can think of a few ways I could be more fortunate (one, two, three, maybe four more loved ones alive now that should be; rifts bridged; wounds healed). Other than that, my cup runneth over.