Sometime ago, I read an article here at The Catholic Thing by Mary Eberstadt about children and happiness. In it she had a memorable line about children ringing the death knell of the gym and martinis for the bourgeoisie. I no doubt read the article, closed my laptop, hit a Pilates class, and then met up with other D.C. folk for martinis.
The sun is setting on those days.
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