A little bit short of five years. I have no words of wisdom or lists of bests and worsts, though all were solicited from me today. I'm putting my daughter to bed. I'm kissing my wife. I won't see them for a couple months after tomorrow morning.
Tomorrow's going to be one of those weird twofers: two mornings, two sunsets.
"Tim, can you come here, tell me a story?"—Eileen.
So I'm going.