state of zen

I am happy. It seems to happen every quarter - I get overwhelmed and exhausted and feel awful that I'm doing many things badly... and then I get mysteriously happy. Things seem kind of bright and sunshiny and friendly. (It's been raining for a week.)

I'm still frayed and weary and cranky, but I suddenly suspect that I may be, in spite of the cynicism and meanness and pettiness, a basically happy person. That's a nice thing to realize at the advanced age of 33.

I think Skipper may be a happy person too, under her crankiness. She smiles a lot.