tradeoff

today it occurred to me
that if i hadn't been so fired up
about chronicling the wreck room's finale --
absurd, really,
since i'm a grocery clerk with a hobby,
not a journo on a deadline --
we might have been more attentive
when our little boy got sick.

my sweetie says it's not so,
but i'll tell you this:
if i could have just one of them back --
our old favorite spot
or our little fancy man --
i'd be moving his furry back
off my keyboard right now
to type "see you at lola's."