He shuffles down the long dark hallway towards a sea of bright twinkling lights.
He tightens his terrycloth bathrobe before taking a sip from his steaming porcelain mug. Light and sweet, exactly how he likes it.
“Merry Christmas,” his adoring family dutifully announces, their voices perfectly calibrated.
He stops to survey his bustling living room – one loving wife, check. Three adorable kids, check. One tree alongside a roomful of neatly wrapped presents. Check.
He takes another sip, wondering what could possibly be missing before coming to the obvious conclusion.
Mental note: start designing blueprints for a dog first thing tomorrow.
The Weekday One Hundred 