Too Good To Be True

It occurs to me, that a lot of my stories are old.

They are old.

Like you.

I'm not old, though.

I'm oldish.

This is done intentionally.

With intention.

Most of today's stories go like this.

I was with my lovely daughter the other day.

We were hanging out.

As we are wont to do.

When she asked, "How is your day going?"

"It is going wonderful. How is yours?"

"It's great!"

"Good."

"Do you want to know why I asked how your day is going?"

"Of course."

"Because I wanted to start a conversation with you."

"Well, it worked. What should we talk about next?"

And off we went.

These are my glory days.

My favorite stories days.

They are so good, I sometimes keep them hidden.

It sometimes feels like a dream.

So for now, I'll mostly share old stories.

New musings.

Old stories.

And sometimes, only once in a while, tell you about my day.