For some reason, I was tuckered out.  Nothing in particular and everything in particular, all at once.  I was beat.

Driving home, I smiled.  I could not think of anything on the plate for the evening.  Perhaps a little chance to rest.

Then in a rush, as if a cloud of amnesia drifted away, I remembered.  That evening was “Dad’s Taxi” evening.  Yes, trips here and there and everywhere.  Kids to shuttle.  Kids to pick up.  Errands to run and homework to check in between.  To be specific, it would be a nonstop list of finely timed to-dos from 6:05-8:15 PM.

I sighed and grew tired again.  That’s when I remembered the sliver lining.  The aspect that would make it worthwhile.  The “something good.”

I would have time in the car with my boys.  Together time.  One-on-one time.  All sorts of time.  Quiet time.  Singing to the radio time.  Chatting time.  Time that I should savor.

Rest could wait, at least until 8:15 PM, because this was what makes life worthwhile.  I smiled a tired, but happy smile.