#2. After sharing with the kids, Emma and I were hanging loose in the room. We looked across to the top of the garage where construction was taking place. Comically, the top of the porta-potty was chopped off, rendering privacy impossible. One of the construction workers went into the porta-potty, at which point he unwittingly became a member of a pact with me. It occurred to me that the potty was sort of a metaphor for exposure and perseverance .My pact with potty-dude was this: "Death is not an option" which has since been my daily mantra.