Egads, another good mood :(

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 So, things are goshdarngolldangit horrible in the world. This is not a place where you'll read about that. At least not today. If you survived 2024 relatively unscathed, pat yourself on the back. If you still have confidence in scientists, sip some of that last egg nog! If you've found legitimate alt news outlets, have an entire bottle of sparkling grape juice. And, if you looked in the mirror and no new whiskers to pluck, well you've won the life lottery.

I'm not sure why I'm in such a good mood today. It was -4° when I got up around 2:30 this morning. Quiet time with Charlie. I caught a 2 hour interview with Josh Brolin - definitely going to get his book. Skimmed thru my news streamers with my morning coffee, then went back to bed around 6. Quirky schedule, but it works for me. 

It is quite common for me to get a case of the giggles after or even during a serious conversation (which is why law was never a serious consideration of study, seriously) or event.The more inappropriate the laughter the harder I laugh until I'm about to pee all over myself.

And a case of the giggles came this morning. Of course I still think of the year from hell, but there's one particular incident that I may or may not have done. Nothing illegal. I wouldn't go to jail for anyone. But, the idea came from a conversation that I overheard one morning waiting in line for my mocha. The woman was talking about being like a cat and marking certain pieces of furniture, clothing, etc. of her spouse. Did I? Didn't I? 🤣🤣🤣

And certain people think I'm naive. A pushover. Anyway, it's fun to look back on a bad time and be able to laugh.


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