There is no way to predict what is going to happen with your day.  You can choose the people, the place, the agenda, and with no warning the washing machine floods the house and takes over the evening.

I have podcasted hundreds of times with many of the same people.  Last night’s show was to be a simple game of Scattergories, no different from any other.   My ribs are still sore from laughing as hard as I did.  I didn’t get to bed until 2am, and I suspect when I look back on the most memorable moments my life, last night’s weekly podcast and the Orphan-Black-Kate-Date-Talkathon that followed will make the cut, despite looking like any other day on the calendar.

Life is good.