Even though my body is planted in this mesh ergonomic chair in a midtown Manhattan office, my spirit is at home with my daughter, who, after having an unexpectedly early release from work, is now ensconced inside a tent of blankets and cushions that she's constructed over the couch, from which perch she is watching Friday Night Lights on Netflix.
It's no contest, really. That is where I'd like to be at this moment. But then, how luxurious must it feel to her to be home alone, no homework or school or social demands, just her and the blankets draped over chairs, cosy under her tent with the soap opera unfolding in a small Texas town.
Panthers win! Panthers win!
Makes me smile just to picture it.