Trying to be normal

We’re all desperately trying to do normal weekend kind of stuff. Be with the kids, stack and restack the dishwasher, give the lawn a last cut. That kind of thing. But there’s always THIS THING – with a long list of things to do, people to contact and ideas to scribble down. Is what we’re trying to do the first signs of the crazed paranoia of middle age?! Is it really that one in a million opportunity to grab a ride on what could turn out to be something quite remarkable and memorable – and not just for ourselves? These questions will persist, no doubt. But there’s no turning back for sure. Of that I’m convinced. And that alone, is a little bit scary.