A beautiful day, indeed.

Apparently, Mom wants me to give more detail about my previous entry.  Here it is:

My day was, as usual, quite stressful.  I find myself more and more, scrambling to keep up.  BUT, I have a great job that I'm great at.  I make decent money (although there's never enough) and I have job security, while many labs are closing (4 this year, that I know of.)  Break and lunch time was awesome.  Warm and sunny, slight breeze, perfect.  I just sat and smiled.  I love spring and summer...I really do.

Then, I headed home.  It was so warm, I was hot in my jeans, with the window down.  I put my left arm out the window and did the up-and-down thing with my hand, like kids do.  I took of my shoes and socks (I hate hot feet) and sang along with the radio.  I felt the grass under my feet when I got home.

The trees are budding, the grass is green and freshly mowed, the forsythia is bright yellow, the redbuds are bright purple/red, and flowers are blooming everywhere.  What a beautiful world we live in.  What a beautiful state *I* live in.  I always look up toward Mom and Dad's house when I drive by, and I smile, thinking of "home."

I am listening to great tunes, talking to my best friend/husband about life's issues, hearing the dog bark out the open windows at wandering animals, and enjoying the HELL out of life.

I may complain, I may whine, and I may go on pity parties from time to time.  Let all of that go, because I have already let it go.  I'm happy, and life is good.

There ya go, Mom.  That's why life is beautiful.