A friend was talking recently about how her life is going really well lately, but superstition made her reluctant to admit it. I can understand not wanting to tempt fate, and no one wants to crow about that kind of stuff. Still, I think when you're happy you should enjoy the shit out of it if you can; lousy times will come again eventually no matter what.
So I'll say it, I've been having a pretty great summer so far. Working, swimming, drawing, exercising, taking naps. Poking at a mosaic project. Spending time with family, friends, and pets. Eating lots of good food and drinking moderate amounts of delicious beer. Learning the trombone (although I seem to have stumbled up to a very low and long plateau on that particular project; I would feel horrible for my neighbors, but you know what, they host drum circles so we're even).
I should try to write more, though. I think I will write more soon.
