Tales from La La Land

As you’re probably aware, I’m currently on a Friday Night Lights binge.

I am almost done with Season 2. I have forsaken all of my other shows. They sit, in the DVR, waiting for the bender to end.

And, yes, I’m also running a marathon.

These are the things that keep my mind occupied. They are my escape from long days at a cubicle. The escape from taking orders, battling traffic and wondering if I could be doing more with my professional life. Wondering why the fuck my numbers never come up in the lottery.

Yesterday was one of those particularly rough days. During the drive home, I told myself to let it go. Be over it by the time I walk in the door. Let it go so that I have the evening to salvage what’s left of the day and enjoy it.

I never know what each day will be like, so I always savor the last 5 minutes in bed before getting up. And, I savor the last 5 minutes before I fall asleep. Somehow, I know that those moments could potentially be the best part of my day. I want to remember them. They are what carry me through.

When I got home last night, I was still trying to snap out of the funk when I noticed a piece of mail from the Longeteig house.

First of all: How exciting is it to receive mail that isn’t a bank statement or a pack of coupons? With email and facebook and cell phones, real mail has become SO exciting.

Inside was a CD of songs from a band that does a lot of the songs on Friday Night Lights. There was a note. Just a quick note to say “I miss you.”

And just like that, the best part of my day started.

Thank you, AL. I needed it right then.

I miss you too.