I recalled every NFL champion dating back to my birth year in 1972. It took me seven minutes. I timed it.
I worked on my mid-range jump shot in the driveway. And purposely showed off in front of the Amazon Prime driver as he passed the house.
I grated cheese for tacos rather than using the waxy, already-shredded bag.
I watched all seven episodes of The Tiger King on Netflix and never once considered it a waste of time.
I picked weeds by hand, happily snotted on my sleeve and accepted the impending poison ivy with open arms.
I dove into multiple political Facebook threads and reveled in people's ability to have an open mind and to grasp nuance. J/K.
I smiled a lot.
I refused to speculate.
I paced the house in frustration.
I finished the leftover re-fried beans and chased it with an orange.
I taught myself how to do a bear crawl with a dumbbell after twenty minutes of practice.
I dreamed up the most bizarre character for my in-progress book, wrote a 1,809 word chapter about him and will most likely delete it in the near future.
I felt sad that my son may not experience a "normal" high school graduation. I got over it.
What have you done?