It might be the new meds (surprise!), but I was just.. fucking thrilled with life this weekend. So before I puddle into contented goo, here's a small novel of some of the happy things:
|Used the opportunity of riding Big G to explain to her how downward transitions start with the seat. |
He's so sensitive that it was perfect.
|I just like how gray my hair looks.|
|I thought long and hard about getting on Archie. And if we'd taken a single step, I wouldn't have. But I felt okay about sitting on him without a helmet in a relatively controlled setting. Vanity, your name is hypocrite.|
|More words than had passed between us since middle school.|