I have a bowl of cake in front of me, a cop of milk and a glass of water for after. I have danced to several Songs That Shall Not Be Named. I have been dancing like a lunatic. I was doing some sort of flailing motion when I looked out my window and realized that the people who live directly in back of me are having some sort of barbecue and are still out in their yard. Not embarrassing at all, really. I went downstairs and made myself a bowl of cake, and have returned to some slightly more mellow music. I now have a basset hound by my side and, though I know he is only there because he thinks that I might give him some cake, that makes me awfully happy.
Life is good.