Today's been a great day. I don't think a single angry thought has entered my head.
Maybe I'm softening in my old age.
For once, I got a great night's sleep (despite people thinking that I'm a vampire), slipping into dreamland before 1 a.m.
I awoke around three, to find one of the dogs passed out on my floor, resembling a white throw rug. She looked at me, acknowledged that I was giving her permission to stay there, and proceeded to flop back down and dream about chasing blue jays.
Waking well rested this morning, I ran the few errands that I had to do today, then returned home to do absolutely nothing.
These are the days I cherish.
But in reality, I've been happy for quite awhile now.
Could the Haastile One be losing his edge?
Hell to the no!
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