Thanksgiving weekend and Maia's new collection of germs conspired to keep me from blogging lately. Which is an OK thing, because I haven't felt particularly blogful lately. Maia, it turned out, had strep and possibly croup, and it's the first time in a long time I've seen her slow down. She's better now, thanks to sweet, sweet amoxicilin.
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I'm not big on regret. I'd much rather regret something I'd done than something I hadn't done, and in both cases I don't spend much time on it. But I did come up with a list of things I should have done. Not exactly regrets. Just should haves.
I should have picked the Duster, not the Mustang.
I should have sat next to Paul.
I should have eaten the reindeer.
I should have bought the drawing, an icon-like Virgin Mary with her face blocked by a dark oval, all rendered in ballpoint pen on newsprint.
I should have torn up that letter without sending it.
I should have pushed more to be a senatorial aide.
I should have taken that phone call.
I should have punched Dave.
I should have applied to the University of Chicago.
I should have tried to get to Tallinn.
I should have taken Matt to see Rage Against the Machine in St. Petersburg.
I should have shut up to hear what Kevin was trying to say.