We’re all home tonight, all within 15 feet of each other. Andrew, the monitor on the left, is ready for a fantasy football draft. He’s using my laptop instead of his iMac so he can be close. Hope, straight ahead, is writing a message on facebook to her choir director. Nancy, out of view to the left, is writing to a friend. Kate Snow, on the television, is just visiting. And me? I’m writing.
Upstairs is fresh apple crisp. And coffee. And we’re talking to each other while we’re talking to you.
I think we’re okay.