Up to Trinity
It was an idea that came to me at some sleepless point in the night. I don’t know what it is about my midnight brain, but those ideas are usually manic. Like, hey, I think I’ll re-landscape the yard in the morning. Or run for mayor. I toss and turn, getting it all worked out in my head.
But this one still seemed rational when I awoke, at least to me. “Do we have any plans today?” I ask Jessica. “It might be nice to go camping.”