I don’t have a lot of this in my life and I really want it. You know, those moments when you feel alive and passionate about … something. Those things that make your heart feel full. Like Gal and her Cubs.
(And FYI, Gal, I actually volunteered to be a delegate for Bernie and attend the Democratic convention in Philly in July. I have to apply for it in person (which I’ll do this week once the federal gov’t reopens) and see what comes of it.)
Does everyone’s life feel mundane with pockets of joy? Or is someone out there living a life of regular joy and pockets of the mundane? I need to know this. Because my life feels grayer than gray most days. It’s possible this is about the thyroid wackiness (again!) and it’s metabolic. I don’t know.
We had a big snow over the weekend (about 18 inches here) but we were prepared for it. Duty loves getting out there with a snowblower – men and their toys, eh? I’m just glad after his heart scare a couple weeks ago that he didn’t do a lot of shoveling.
I wish I had more fun things to say in this post. Alas, I do not. But I was due for an update so you all (3 of youse) know I didn’t perish in the #Snowmageddon2016.