It’s true, things that are good or beautiful fill instill a sense of foreboding in me. How can it exist here or more specifically, how can I witness it or be near it without something going terribly wrong? I know what you’re thinking and yes, I tend to cheer people right up when I enter a room. The thing is, my wife has proven me wrong, because, well, she is still with me:) I am one lucky dude.

Monday until you can’t Monday any more.