I am the umpire
I called it: They’re engaged.
My friends all called me to make sure that I knew before I came blindly into work; I’m grateful for my friends.
I feel badly for her. I can’t fathom surviving in a marriage such as theirs. But I don’t have to, because I won’t have one such as theirs.
I’ll have my own someday. The thought of that makes me smile.
For now, I’m driving to Carlisle to talk about my Phoenix tattoo.
I’m grateful for every single thing that has happened in my life.