"Dropping Heavy Questions"

I made butter.
It was delicious.

I was eating butter with toast, looking out the window, when I thought about Dad. He is a good man. Dad was always quiet, but I think that's the nature of dads. Maybe? I wonder what my life would have been like had I not gone to prison. Would I have met someone special? The "right" one? Would we have had children? A boy and a girl? What kind of dad would I have been?

Quiet. A butter aficionado (of course!).

What kind of husband would I have been?

Quiet. A butter aficionado.

Would I have lived in a house with a lawn and a two car garage? Would I have had a 9-5 job? Would I have even started this blog? Scary thought...

I was thinking about these questions, eating toast, when Warden came up beside me and "let go"! He never goes inside the apartment!

"Warden!" I shouted.
But he just kept at it and then walked away.

At least I know what kind of dog owner I am.

Patient. A butter aficionado.