Memorial Day begins like any other day. Sleep in until 8:50 am; wake refreshed, with my room a golden bowl of sunlight; head to the kitchen to make my morning mocha, then head to my computer. Luxury life is the new normal.

Also part of the new normal: Today is grocery delivery day from Wal-Mart. Every grocery delivery has its quirks. This time, they're sold out of pork chops. But they replaced my 12-count bag of burger patties with a 20-count box at no additional charge.

(Man, it's so nice to step outside for a few minutes. What a resplendent summer day. I miss going outside.)

(Imagine getting to do this every day. Imagine getting to step farther than the curb. Imagine going to the train station and taking a train downtown, napping while leaning against the window in a sunbeam. Imagine being in the big city and just...walking everywhere, for hours. And then maybe picking up a coconut curry noodle bowl at Lotus Banh Mi.)

(Or maybe nachos.)

(Man, I should have bought tortilla chips.)

But I'm getting ahead of myself. It's Memorial Day, and, like every year, I'm kicking back at home. It's good to have a day off.