“I’ve got a great idea,” I blurted out with a cautiously enthusiastic tone one evening about three months ago as my artist wife and I got ready for bed.
The idea had been percolating in my mind for years by this point. Travel restrictions due to the COVID-19 pandemic had left it closer to a distant dream, no different than the planned trip to Cooperstown.
She stopped brushing her teeth and looked at me.
“What is it?” she asked plainly through a toothpaste-filled mouth with zero enthusiasm. Zero.
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