Bill Murray was wrong. Groundhog Day is AMAZING.

I had a Groundhog-like Day dream last night. The same day repeated again and again.

It was a more precarious and intense day than Bill Murray's character experiences in the classic film, but the premise was otherwise the same:

The same day, in the same town, again and again. No matter what happened during that day, I started the day over every morning in the same place, in the same condition as when I started. 

Here is what I learned:

Bill Murray's character was crazy to want to escape this day. An eternal, consequence-free existence of endless possibilities was amazing.

Perhaps after a century or two, the novelty of this existence would begin to wear off, but a solid 100-200 years, the endless possibilities and consequence-free lifestyle is something I would take in a heartbeat.

Universe?     

So this happened for about 30 minutes yesterday. Should I be worried?

Should be concerned with my son’s ability to relentlessly repeat the same series of actions again and again for such a long period of time?

It was like being trapped in a Groundhog Day situation, except that my son isn’t nearly as funny as Bill Murray, and while I enjoyed his kisses, it wasn’t quite the same as being kissed by Andie McaDowell.