i woke up one morning and realized that the Sunday ritual i always hated as a kid - being forced to watch this 90-minute news show with a funny them song and a low-tech, looked like it hadn't changed from the 70's set, with the funny guy in a bow tie instead of watching cartoons or whatever; and being asked a multitude of questions regarding the remaining answers in the crossword puzzle that my parents thought i might know - had suddenly become my very own sunday habit. (minus the crossword b/c i'm poor and don't subscribe). i find i really miss doing crosswords daily, but can't seem to make the time to do one. moreso, i feel guilty for trying to do one at work while "on the clock" so to speak.
anyway, i suppose in more than just this way i am slowly becoming my father. this isn't a bad thing. i pretty much think that he is the greatest man in the world, and i'd be lucky to be half the man he is. recently, it's become more of a reality that i will very likely succeed in this. following in his footsteps and also growing into them.
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