And the world contracts

It’s possible my world view has shrunk somewhat. Say, to the size of a thimble.

My park buddy and I were talking about moving, and she asked me where we were thinking about. My response wasn’t a city or a neighborhood, but simply “Someplace where there’s a kitchen with a door that leads to a place with a grill.”

Home. A place I can cook broccoli, feed Boobaby, and watch the barbecue at the same time.