Sitting at my "home office" (the dining table) catching up on a very hectic week at work. Uncle Terri is asleep in the guest room after having a rather interesting "Cannonball Run"-style road trip yesterday and my honeybunz, Jackhammer, just called me from work to tell me she cut her finger and wants me to pet her when she gets home.
There are steaks marinating for later (and a veggie burger for the veggieButch among us!) and my orange dog is guarding the front door.
I'm smiling because my life is happy. I am supremely happy in this moment surrounded by a career that I love (the career, NOT the hours!), people that I love, a house that I love, a loyal and constant companion in my orange dog-love machine, and a heart that is fulfilled and happy.
And did I mention that I ate cake for breakfast?
