The Day of Nothing

Day 256:

What a slow and sleepy Sunday, Boy'O...  The day began with a heavy, albeit steady, rain that persisted into the late hours of the morning.  This was just perfect for you and Mommy as after you'd finished your morning bottle the two of you were all to happy to get back to sleep... Me?  Well, when I'm up, I'm up, and all I can think about when my eyes open is that first draw from a mug full of hot, steamy coffee...

I rather enjoy a rainy Sunday morning, Conor.  There's something cleansing about it.  Relaxing.  The house is quiet and still, and even your dogs aren't so inclined to mill about.  And so I sat at the dining room table, my very favorite spot in the whole house, coffee in my cup, some mellow music to fill the room, and my trusty computer.  In these moments I find clarity, Son.  You see, I'm constantly afflicted with an abundance of thoughts floating around in my head that simply need to get out.  When I get these thoughts on the page, I feel accomplished; even if not another soul ever reads them... And so on this easy Sunday morning I decided to get back to my "Red Wine, Big Whiskey" blog, and even started a new blog following an early morning run in with a raven while walking the dogs...

To spend a few hours just punching away on my machine, well, let's just say there's a sense of both satisfaction and relief after.  And what's more, I generally write about things I want to learn more about because it provides me the opportunity to research and reinforce what I already know while filling out the details.  Today, for example, I wrote about my love and appreciation of bourbon, and in so doing affirmed much of what I already knew while better understanding the distillation details.  I suppose it sounds a bit like an oxymoron... Why would I be writing about something I don't yet know about?  Because putting things in black and white is something I love to do, and once I've written it down, I don't forget it...

By the time you and Mommy eventually decided to start your day, I was famished, Boy'O!  We pulled ourselves together, grabbed some lunch, ran an errand or two, and then back to the house.  And while the day was still threatening rain, both you and Mommy once again retreated to the bedroom whilst I flipped between our Washington Nationals and pre-season football.  In fact, it was a perfect day to relax, and so I did...

That all comes to an end tomorrow morning though, Conor.  For tomorrow I'm flying into the eye of the hurricane, literally... I have business in Florida over the next few days, and so I'm flying into Orlando for a meeting, and then on to Tampa for several more on Tuesday. Here's to hoping my flight leaves on time, Son!  And that your old man doesn't get swept away in the storm...

I love you, Conor.
-Dad