Can I exit out that door?

 After days of stress, I've allowed myself some space to lean back and...observe internally?  

1. Supply chains have fixed themselves.

I know that it's a long road back, but there are many simple pleasures that I wasn't aware made a large impact in my life.  These were used as a rightful excuse a year ago, and while I should still be aware of it now, I won't have it.  The distress began over the summer when Pacifico in cans disappeared.  Yeah, look, when it's hot and I'm starting to get a little hazy, I don't trust myself when I'm outside on the patio.  It eventually returned.  Same, it seems, as my favorite iced tea, which I down like an addict.  And I admit as much: it helps me reduce my alcohol intake, refreshes, and generally gives me the vibe of a pleasant afternoon DJ.  (Or so I've been told)  I get em by the case and don't give a fuck.  Then, one day, it was gone.  All of it.  The magnum bottles, the small bottles, the "tall" sized plastic bottles, all of it gone.  

Make my own?  It...look, I tried that, and it was OK, but not as good.  Like the angry Jimmy Dean caller, this had to be fixed.  I ordered a flat wholesale, and I was sat down to "have a talk" about it.  Shit, I don't smoke...is it really that serious?  What if this was a Sparkletts delivery truck?  You wouldn't give a shit about that, would you?  "Trip likes the taste of this water."  Well, I've been told that has "caught up now" and that supplies will be secured in time for Saturday, where I am looking for continued good things out of the Mountain West.  And why not?  

2. I can't find my sunglasses.

Nothing to add here, other than the fact that I haven't been able to find them since the weekend, and if you see them, please let me know.  Feel like I looked everywhere.  Hope I didn't leave them in the park...if so, they're long gone.  I write in honesty that this is why I don't buy "expensive" sunglasses for the same reason I don't wear a watch: I don't trust myself.

3. It's going to be a wild card, isn't it?

Second-best record in baseball and yet I fear a play-in game where Roberts is going to let whoever starts, likely Max, only pitch 3 innings and get scared and then someone like fucking Graterol is going to throw the same amount of innings and that's that.  I said second-best...that's not first, is it?  Eh, we did it a few years ago and ended up in the World Series so I should shut my mouth.  "We" - haha!  That's how it goes.  Come on boys!

(Reminder: The 2020 World Champion shirt still fits, and will fit forever.  And...so far, Stafford looks like a dog that's finally been adopted after spending a decade in the Pound, so there's that)

4. The dial can still go up

Hit 100 twice this week, but the dial is aiming down.  Over acceptable Mediterranean food last night an agreement was met that this isn't the "end" or fully Fall because there are now too many "bump-ups" to know better.  All those things make for good ideas and marketing (turkey-flavored candy corn, for example) but why we're here is for that overall level of comfort.  Be it a nightly stroll with Doo Dads or hosing off the heat from the plants, the talk is of the moment and the future. 

So, we keep on.  The mental door remains open.