Are you ever afraid you’re going to reach your joy quota? The day before yesterday I started feeling flashes of heaven-like happiness. Then yesterday, the blocks of bliss just got longer and longer and started running together, until today, when I feel like my total minutes of gladness must exceed the limit that one person is allowed to have in any given lifetime.
To sit here and give you the specifics would pull me out of the action. So, in order fulfill my holidailies promise, I’ll leave you with a frame from the iChat I had with my family this morning. Mom was holding up her dancing dog and letting it perform for me. I added the bubble caption to kindly hide the folks who have not consented to appearing on the world wide web. You can see my pop’s little face in the backgound there; I don’t think he’ll mind.
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.