The astronauts are home safely, which settles something that has been quietly troubling the household for days.

The news arrives at the exact moment Dad opens the freezer door. The relief in his voice carries the same weight as the frozen bone now warming in my mouth — both deliveries right on schedule, both exactly as they should be. Outside, the drizzle continues its patient work against the windows. Inside, the heat pump hums its efficient rhythm, newer than the old furnace but somehow already familiar.

Gus has claimed the living room rug for his bone. I have chosen the main bedroom — close enough to monitor the celebrating humans, far enough to properly attend to the marrow. The cold gives way gradually. This is how good news should arrive: precisely when expected, exactly as needed.

Some Fridays simply align correctly.

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