Came home late from work yesterday. The cats and dog greeted me, hungry for attention and kibble. My wife was out. I put baked a frozen pizza, changed into pajamas, sat on the couch to watch something easy, light, fun, and good.

I settled on the first Captain America movie, one I've seen a dozen times. The pizza was good. The pajamas, couch, and blanket were comforting. The movie felt just right.

When my wife came home, she asked what I was watching and laughed a little when I told her. She laughed a little at how many times I've watched it and because she understands that sometimes I just need a hero or two.

She said, at the end, the heroes win.

I said, and everyone knows the villains are bad.

Yesterday's news was of the Florida hurricane, their terrible governor, the orange maggot who attempted a coup. A disaster and two villains who might as well be whispering, hail Hydra. No hero with an indestructible shield, super strength, and the purest of hearts is on his way. Am I supposed to pull on tights and go into battle? Honestly, I couldn't pull them over my fat belly.

We watched that rest of that movie and, when it was over, put on the first Avengers movie. No surprise, the heroes won again.

And then, after a hard day filled with hard news, I slept like a child.