#978 Good Morning.
I woke up seeing the world through rose-colored glasses this morning. We lay there and talked about silly things while we delayed getting out of bed, and finally I pulled up the shades and the dogs were there, wagging their tails and waiting for us to get the day started, yipping and hopping a little, waiting to go for their walk. We went for our run as I listened to Ingrid Michaelson, and I swear the world never felt so beautiful and sunshiney perfect. I wanted to see people I knew, to smile and chit chat and eat waffles.
The rest of the day followed suit.
Isn’t that the best?