Our PODS arrived today, and consequently we have begun packing in earnest. My favorite part about this is that when describing our individual unit it seems intuitive to describe it without the ‘s.’ But PODS is an acronym so you have to say PODS even when talking about one. This may seem trivial and stupid to the rest of the world, and it quite possibly is objectively so. But it is the highlight of my week. I am serious. It even had to compete with the fact that I taught Leo how to say ‘butt cream’ a couple days ago.

I take every opportunity to use ‘PODS’ in a seemingly incorrect way. “Hey, Serena, I’m going to go put this box in our one and only PODS outside.” And so on. If you believe that this would get annoying quickly, I cannot attest to that but I surmise that you are correct. I also take it a step further by correcting Serena (and Odessa!) every time they say ‘POD.’ Father/Husband of the year? Hey, it’s only June. It’s entirely possible I won’t be able to perform at this level all year. Let’s see how it plays out.