Sometimes I am amazed by
Sometimes I am amazed by my own inanity.
Him: Fit and in fighting trim. Facing death and danger. In Afghanistan.
Me: Pudgy and unnecessarily sweaty. Facing painting and spackling. Stateside.
And yet, somehow, we end up within mere paragraphs of one another.
Maybe it's the beards. Yeah, that's it: we both have beards.
Sheesh.
