Reasons

I do solemnly swear to take my ass out of bed today. There's birds to feed, laundry to do and two boys to take to the fairgrounds for curbside pickup of classic state fair foods.

Maybe swearing an oath in the morning is the way to go. Today I did those things I swore to do, but had to leave one boy behind because he was neck deep in his Economics midterm. The fair food was reduced to three food trucks and their crews who weren't getting a whole lot of business. We tipped them all, and they appreciated it. All the people working the trucks were happy for the work and appreciative of us coming out. As we were of them being there for us. The food wasn't exactly magical, but we had fun with it anyway. 

The pandemic is getting to the boy. He's talking about Fall being maybe the best season to die in. I suggested to him that it's also the best season to be alive, which is really saying the same thing. 

We have this. Right now. Together. 

That's all we know for sure.