I had a lousy day yesterday. Just couldn’t get in sync with the nice weather and the day went downhill later. Late evening though, as I watched Ernie do his best to console Daisy during thunder and lightning, I thought about how lucky I am.
I fell in love with a really good person.
I went into Record Service right after I got to town. I thought the shaggy blonde guy behind the counter was incredibly cute. It took a while but I got him to talk to me. When I kissed him I thought he smelled intoxicatingly good. You know, the fact that he was cute and smelled good didn’t tell me whether he was a a good person, but turns out he was.
I never could have guessed that years later, watching him comfort a scared dog would make me realize how very lucky I was.