William Shakespeare was on to more than lyrical symbolism when he penned the eyes as windows to the soul. Today, thanks to COVID masks, the metaphor feels especially poignant, as the eyes are basically the exclusive avenue for expression. Jazz hands don’t apply here.

Soccer season is about to wrap up for my 15 year old son. Laced with all of the standard plague precautions you might expect - masks, temperature checks, etc - the whole experience has been tinted with a brackish shade of grey.

The first one lands discreetly in an avalanche of mail on the foyer rug. I weed it out from the rest and leave it on the table unopened.

The idea for this blog, my 4th (sigh), was born of a running inside joke that dates back over a decade. In truth, it has mostly to do with a dysfunctional and self destructive habit I perpetuate daily. My wife and I joke about it to lend levity to what is actually a character flaw.