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Indiana Jones and Chicken Wings
After a long week of the hustle and bustle of everyday life, my daughter showed up early to pick up my granddaughter from her weekend stay with us. As they drove away, we sighed collectively and suddenly realized that for the rest of the day, we had zero obligations, zero responsibilities, and no cares for the rest of the day.
It was a classic lazy day — Bruno Mars would be proud — and a much-needed one. My wife and I didn’t know we needed it until we started to enjoy it. Last week and Monday seemed like a million miles away, even though it was less than 24 hours into the future.
While my wife was channel surfing, the silence was broken when she abruptly exclaimed — RAIDERS!!! An Indiana Jones marathon was on. We’ve both seen each movie several times before, but it was the perfect backdrop to ease through the day.
The weather outside was grey and damp — a cold spring day with intermittent flurries and rain. That sealed our fate to be holed up in the house with the fireplace on (an infrared heater that looks like a fireplace), hot toddy in hand, and Dr. Jones searching for relics from antiquity on the television.
