Every morning, when I emerge from my room, my three large dogs get very excited and run like hell down the hall to the back door! They want to join me for a cigarette. Today something interesting happened. As I ignited this horrible death stick, the largest and oldest of the three (a hundred pound german shepherd) leaned against my leg, and burried his face in me.
I felt loved, and like I would be missed if I werent here. This is a great start to what Im hoping is a great day.
It cant be expected that everyone reading this has a perfect day, but I wish you to find the good in it.