Wise animals

On some days, I really, really miss my father. He acted as the side of my brain that gave logic to my madness. Now, my brain has to work overtime to make sense of the thousand ideas, thoughts, decisions, plus all the math I have to deal with. It’s exhausting.

Not that I’m not blessed with a family that takes care of everything I need or may need or even don’t need but want. But you know, there’s a certain kind of dogged interest in your life only a father will be able to take, with a kind of practical simplification of all the complications you create.