today is great. It's rainy, I'm off work, and I'm sitting up in bed with a fresh cup up French-press made coffee.
Ziggy is with me, as always. While my coffee was brewing I sat down on the kitchen floor and brushed him out. He loves being brushed and comes to me wagging his tail when he sees the rake brush.
I'm so happy! I've been so happy over the past few months that I'm wondering if I'm going to die soon. Lol. Seriously, sometimes I feel so happy that it seems like I'm on drugs. I'll even say out loud "I'm so happy!" I feel it in my body too. . And that's hard to explain. It's like I'm a manic-depressive, but with only the manic part. Haha!
