Baby Blase

There is nothing more rejuvenating for Marc and me then a trip to the movies. Even a day-spa massage brings with it a level of expectation that often times is not met. But, with a movie (at the Drafthouse) I find that even with a sub-par cinematic presentation the experience of sitting in a dark theater with, in this case a mid-day beer, sandwich and fries, makes for an uplifting, head-clearing, renewal of one’s day. We just skipped out on our responsibilities for a couple of hours to watch City of Ember. And I am proud to admit that I experienced little to no guilt in leaving my post at the computer mid-day - which is a huge step forward for me. Now, if I can only sit through a two hour movie and not think about my son every other minute… every five minutes is OK, or even every third - but, come on… every other minute - that is just ridiculous!

Listening: Metric