These Are (Good) Days

Outside it's blowing and pouring and shitty. Meanwhile, inside, our pellet stove is burning hot, Neil Young Live at Massey Hall is quietly playing on the stereo, the game is on (mute), the cat is curled up on the couch with me, the new Mom is sorting through a bag of hand-me-down baby girl clothes decorated with monkeys and bunnies and cats and sheep, and the new Grandmother is doing laps with a sleeping new baby Lydia swaddled in tow - everyone satisfied with the recent feeding, and how that whole thing is going. Mom is healing up. Dad is happy.

These two weeks vacation of mine will have burned up in no time, and soon I'll be back at work - trying (as all new dads do) to operate on minimal sleep, catching up on all of the developments that went down during my absence, staring at my computer screen, glued to my office chair - longing for quiet, comfortable nights like tonight. Or those 2 blissful hours in the OR recovery room. Or the first meaningful hours of sleep after a few days of... little to none.