what have I learned? nothing. this week? nothing. it's probably sitting in the back of my mind together with all the dog hairs from my brother's dog, and all of the little crumbs from my nephew's cookies, and filled with some of the sand that blew while we were there. there's some sun on my face which doesn't rub off, and the keys in this keyboard feel heavier than usual. I have been outside, learned nothing. I allowed myself not to. I didn't think for a split second that I could gain something from just suddenly being with my family. I didn't learn anything from the people I think I already know, but there's somewhere in this world where a family is gathering for dinner - an imperfect, unmatched dinner - where nobody shows love in the conventional way, rather, we show up, we listen, we make jokes. that's what we've learned - to love in the unconventional places.