Doing well.
A two-minute short to welcome the new decade. May you be well.
The day dawns and it is another planetary movement performed with effortless aplomb, and we celebrate with pops and bangs and yells and streaming and perhaps a FaceTime dialogue with someone we love. Someday, somewhere, someone took their family on a river walk in the rain, and somewhere, someone took their wife on a coffee date all by themselves, except for a plus-one four month old, and somewhere, someone decided the decade’s dawn was the right time to show two of their sub-seventeen year old kids their first R-rated film, the tres famtastique Captain Fantastic. Somewhere, this likely happened.
Somewhere, possibly along a river in the rain, a father might have asked his under-the-weather three year old how he was doing, and the lad may have looked up with a grin the size of Orion’s Belt and said…
”…doing well.”
“Doing well.” This is his response for many things.
“How are you feeling?”
“How is your cereal?”
”How is your diaper doing?”
Doing well.
It is the first day of a new day, and the earth is spinning at the right angle, and appears to be going at the proper speed, and the sun seems to have enough hydrogen for a little while longer, and the air is breathable, and I ate ice cream and cake with Becca after the kids went to bed, so I’m gonna say that after one day in, I’m…
…doing well.
I hope you are too.
Merry 2020, all. May you be doing well.
