I’ve been pretty happy lately. My only real complaint in life is that I live far away from my family and I miss them a lot. Besides that, I am doing really good. I don’t even mind living here:
That is not my house, but it’s a pretty good representation of the town I live in. It’s not exactly a nice-looking place. But there are some good people here anyway.
But then there are things like this:
That is a baby bird that fell from its nest. Or got shoved out. It disappeared, which meant that it got eaten by something. Again, I’m not that sentimental.
There are rabbits, baby California quail, western spiny lizards, antelope ground squirrels, and various birds outside my window about every morning. And even though I live a half hour away from everything, it’s okay.
Sometimes I watch too much television (okay, about always) because I like it. I like reality shows. I finally admitted that to myself the other day. It’s not very refined, but that’s okay.
That was random.