Setbacks at work today; never welcome, but made more crushing by the overall paucity of the pipeline. Then came post-game analyses, lacking in insight. My spirit did a searing impression of lead.
The sadness began to do its toxic magic: all troubles are one gigantic trouble. That can't possibly be untangled or overcome.
Then I heard my wife and my daughter in the kitchen doing first-stage Thanksgiving prep. Cutting up the white bread for one stuffing; baking cornbread for Stuffing II; brining the birds. All the while, music playing, from Mom's iPod: Temptations, Stones, Beatles, Aretha, The Dead, Dylan. And my little girl not rolling her eyes but doing a little dance here and there.
There. My family rescued me. Again.
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