| | On days like this one, I feel as if I should have wings. I feel as if I should be floating several inches above the ground, rather than mundanely and sedately walking upon it. On days like this, I feel like singing myself hoarse, turning cartwheels, and climbing into the top of a tall tree, just for kicks. For on this particular and lovely day, Timothy and Joe are home at the same time, my story glides with enchanting smoothness, my ears are charmed by Beach Boys music, and my mind is absorbed with Isaac Asimov's clever and masterful writing. Also, I have just finished a Timothean special mocha: a mocha with a scoop of ice cream under the whipped cream and drizzled chocolate syrup. You know, I think I will go climb that tall tree, with a book and a pear for company...just for kicks.  Happiness, my friends, consists of my life.
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| | Posted 3/29/2008 2:38 PM - 1 comments
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