This column was originally posted in 2018.
A night in 2018: leaving work...picking up kids from school or daycare or Grandma’s house...sit-ups...walking the dog...getting out dinner...picking up a little...folding laundry...reading homework with the kindergartener...making dinner...cleaning up...doing dishes...watching kid shows on Netflix or Prime or cable...putting up laundry...spacing out on social media...bathing the kids...pajamas...arguing about bedtime...picking up toys...reading bedtime stories...five more minutes to play...games...Legos...action figures...wiping down the kitchen counter...telling another bedtime story...watching the last five minutes of the game...carrying a sleeping toddler to his room...watching some ‘80s trash horror movie on Shudder or Prime or YouTube...enjoying one strong, dark ale...letting the dog out to pee one more time...turning off the lights...setting the alarm for 5:30AM...lying down in bed...sore...aching...tired...shutting my eyes...and somewhere Iggy Pop’s “Lust for Life” plays.
A night in 2038: ???...???...???...???...???...???...???...and somewhere Iggy Pop’s “Lust for Life” plays.
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