Me so happy

I am having a good day. Little bits and pieces of good things are floating downstream and into my fishy little pool, like injured, flailing insects to a fattened catfish. I am only too cheerful to snap them up.

I got my new toy. Although I have spent scarcely little time with it, it's here when I'm ready, and that is comforting.

I sold a very-modestly valuable item that I am pleased to be rid of, and I did it for an amount that both buyer and seller were instantly happy with. It will be gone tomorrow, and there's some paperwork to sort out. I expect it won't be a problem, but the twitchy, paranoid imp that lives in my head won't rest easy until it's all put to bed. Fuck him anyway, it'll be fine.

I cleaned up the house a bit, and I am happy to contribute to the good of the hive. I even completed a honey-do that has lingered overlong, and I suspect that my wife will be pleased, too.

I took a moment out of my busy day to take up a small, independent journalistic project. I collected vital data for a local news story. I am grateful for the opportunity to practice a little structured creativity, and will link to its result when it's done.

All of the above have a few things in common: they are good, positive occurrences that lead in a positive direction; they are all parts of an incomplete whole; they are all things which I am happy to have incomplete, but in-progress. It allows me to work on a continuing failing of mine: the lack of follow-through. As I was heard earlier today to exclaim: "When we struggle, that's when we grow."

I see you out there, Joe Silva! I know you're there. Tell your Mom I said "Hi," and I miss her.