A Friday, Warm, Fuzzy, and Pleasant

This morning as the sun was coming up, the light on the lake was unusually incredible. There are large parts of the lake that have been frozen over continually and are covered in a layer of white from the last snow. There are other parts of the lake that melted off yesterday in the warm midday sun. Then those sections froze over again last night in the single digit temperatures. As the sun began to emerge over the Eastern horizon, the pinkish tones of the Eastern sky were reflected in the shiny ice of the thawed and refrozen sections of the lake, and while not orgasmic, it was truly a very pleasant view. It's currently 18 degrees at the Mini under clear blue skies in the late afternoon slanting sunlight.

I thought about writing on any number of serious and deep topics, but I can't bring myself to address crass commercialism, gun control, rampant crime and poverty, or what's wrong with our schools today. I had a pretty good day and I'm just feeling fuzzy warm and pleasant. I got my W-2 at work and while it was a bit less than last year, it wasn't bad news. I got my lab results back from the doctor's visit I made last week and at the end of the summary it said "All normal results." Cool! Better yet, on the cholesterol section the results were well within the normal range and my doctor saw fit to add, off to the side "Excellent!" Glad to hear it Doc. Makes my chances of living to see a hundred much better.

I told Babs about my lab results and she asked me specifically about the lab results and she asked specifically about the cholesterol. When I told her about the "Excellent!" she remarked, "I guess we can continue ordering pizza." Babs is always concerned about my health. As it happens, I am 11 years older than my lovely wife and she has nasty fantasies about my death (never her own, mind you) and growing old alone and broke with a skinny German Shepherd in an apartment piled high with old newspapers and magazines. Anyway ladies and gentlemen, as regards the pizza, that's what living the good life is about, isn't it? It's about knowing that you can safely order a Chicago deep dish pizza and not worry about heart attack central. And while you're at it, thwarting your wife's nasty fantasies about becoming a widow anytime soon.

Come to think about it I have a great deal to feel all warm and fuzzy about this afternoon. My car is paid off and it still runs great. The home base on the 14th floor is over half paid for, and it still yields lovely views every day. Since I moved to the 14th floor I don't have to shovel snow off sidewalks anymore. I have a heated garage and I don't have to shovel a spot on the street to park in, or scrape the ice off the stupid windows. Working in the education profession, my job is pretty much recession proof. I have a reservation at the Raleigh Hotel in South Beach for several days in early May. All of those relatives who get on my nerves live far, far away.

Yessir I'm counting my blessings this afternoon boys and girls. Life is good and furthermore, it's Happy Hour. I think I'll bo pour a glass of red wine for Babs and myself, enjoy the view, and just bask in that warm, fuzzy, pleasantness for a while.