Joy to my life

 Oh B.  I hear you.  What a week of performances, away to Spurs and home to United.  What a stretch run to come.  See you in April indeed.  Motive and Cue booked, the Globe Midsummer opener with Puck also seems nailed on.  

A 90th minute dagger in front of Alex Ferguson.  Hmmm.  Sleep on, AA, sleep on.

Giants first playoff win in forever, but who is really paying attention amidst Arteta’s dominance and M’s slow evolving of family member #4.  We drank the Glen Grant ‘61, AA was there for the finale of the caper.  He is becoming a character, let it be easy.  

What else am I missing?  The joy in his face and eyes, as everyday he gets closer to walking, the independence of his own mobility.  

Sleep, memory, balance.  Watching the discovery of what it is to be an autonomous human being up close every day is a privilege.  Just accept the crying.  You should, because you did.  And you accepted the dictates of fate and said, once more.  Once more.  Venice.  Griffin.  Once more.