…that warm fuzzy feeling you get when all’s right with the world.
It could either be the lull in the middle of the storm. Or it could be that you’ve acquired the patience to tolerate the stuff that you’re currently experiencing.
This morning Mr. Picky decided to eat his food but declined the use of the bathroom facilities outside. Consequently, he’s on his leash and is currently napping on my feet. I gave him a full body massage and told him that I thought he was wonderful anyway. Persnickety, but wonderful.
The world outside my house is muggy, making the leaves of the oak hang down listlessly outside my office window, creating an oasis of emerald green. The squirrel on the neighbor’s fence across the street is fussing at a friend. Maybe they went out for nuts last night and are just now getting home. Or, maybe the friend is the squirrel’s mate, asking why he’s just now scampering into their nest.
Off to work – have a lovely, lovely day. I’ll leave you with what my son and I say to each other every time we talk: “Something wonderful is going to happen to you today.” It makes you start to look for good stuff.