On this golden warm Friday, I am reminded of the moment last summer when I decided that sitting on various porches, patios, and picnic tables with those I love in all the varying capacities of that word, Miller product in hand with all the rich varieties of that brand, shooting the shit, was some of the most enjoyable, memorable, and frankly valuable time I am likely to spend in this life. And that laundry could wait until another day. I have been happier for this life philosophy.