About a week or two ago I was standing in my kitchen, watching the CFO sit out in the sun on a lawn chair, while the Jr. VP played with some big Legos in the front room, and I thought You know what, this is not so bad.
My birthday is coming up, and at my age I’m about due for an early-midlife crisis. Small problem: Crisis? [earmuffs Jr!] Fuck that. I am going soft from lack of crisis if anything; it’s certainly a pleasant softness though.
Consider the CEO’s predicament:
1. I’m stuck with a wife I love more all the time, and I doubt strongly that that curve ever changes.
2. The two of us have been cursed with a son who routinely lives up to the nickname Best Boy in Town, and we got another one coming in case you haven’t heard or noticed.
3. I put up with relatives on both sides that are great and love Kjel.org.
4. Kjel.org somehow finds a way to tolerate all of it’s great friends and wellwishers.
5. I toil away at a well-paying job that I like and am fortunate to have. To paraphrase one of the most important men in the Jr. VP’s life : God gave us the domain names, now it’s my job to make them dance!
Being this happy makes me nervous. I don’t believe in kharma which is good, because if I did I’d have a horrible feeling that I am right now living in the “comes around” part of things, and I’d be really worried about the forthcoming “goes around” part. As it is, the CEO is just gonna keep on keepin’ on, and ride this wave as long as he can. Wish me luck.
