Listen To This

So yesterday was a perfectly shitty day.  Lots of stuff went wrong, and I was feeling extra shitty because I was basically feeling ninety six years old.  Ever since I turned forty, nothing heals.  nothing.  Injuries used to get better.  Weird bumps went away.  Now, I wake up in pain.  My ankle that I injured over a year ago still hurts.  My knees hurt.  My back hurts.  My wrist hurts.  And this is from someone who a two years ago was in great shape, having just completed two full rounds of P90X.   But various injuries at various times kept me from exercising, and every time i tried to restart, I'd feel a new pain.  So in addition to everything that went wrong externally, I spent a good deal of yesterday feeling old, feeling shitty.  That's how I went to bed.  When I woke up, this sign was waiting for me:

So I didn't.  Well, I actually got up to pee and heard Samantha shout from downstairs, "go back to bed."  So I did.  A minute later, my wife joined me, smiling.  "What's up?" I asked.  "Just wait," she said.  A minute later, Samantha, fully dressed with an apron on, came in, smiling.  "good morning.  May I take your breakfast order please?"  I ordered what I usually have, coffee and toast.  Jane ordered coffee, orange juice and yogurt.  I sat in bed giggling.  It was so freaking adorable.  Jane got the coffee and brought it up, but Samantha brought up a tray with buttered bread, orange juice in plastic cups, napkins, the whole bit.  I think it was the first time anyone had ever brought me breakfast in bed.  And apparently, this was something she was planning the whole day before.  Of course I didn't notice any of it because I was too wrapped up in my own self-pity.   And as I sat there, in bed, enjoying my coffee, everything seemed so much better.  When I finally did get up, I actually put on sweats and did some stretching and sit ups.  You probably heard the creaking and popping of my joints from your house.  I had a positive outlook on life for 95% of the rest of the day.  I got things done, with a smile on my face and song in my heart.  Listen, I don't think my kid is perfect, not by a long shot.  But I have to say, I love my kid, more than I can say in a million posts.  I've had some memorable breakfasts in my day, but this one takes the cake.  or the toast.