adults

The world, I informed my husband last night, has run crazy. He smiled sympathetically and nodded before kissing me on the forehead and assuring me that things would settle down again soon. He knew, as did I, that I was simply fed up and needed to rant. He then listened attentively as I railed about the insanity that has been my week thus far.

It was my Grandpa’s birthday and I spent four hours away from campus as an alien youth, socializing with a group of foreigners from a planet on the other side of what is being called the largest generation gap since the ‘60s.