My life is good.
Not perfect by no means, but good.
Perfect gets boring eventually, right?
No, see I’m asking because I doubt I’d recognize such a thing. Not even if it were to fall from the sky and splatter on my face. 😉
Happy weekend! My Duck is home and safe.
Relatively speaking… as I watch him watching fireworks and begging to light his own (keep dreamin’ pal) and happy.
And I feel okay today.
Not perfect, but good.