To Understand

I hear snoring through the monitor. A good thing.

Sick children. Rooms switched. Life anew here in the Cunningham household.

Not one for resolutions, but here's one that I think I can stick to: Get out more.

I understand the delirium of 50s housewives. I understand the valium, why women walked into water with or without stones in their pockets. I understand. At 8:39 p.m. on a Monday evening, I understand.

I understand.