The boss wasn’t in a good mood this morning and we are, I believe, now on a permanent LQ. (Translated: lovers’ quarrel). Not that I care. It just makes life a little more difficult but life goes on.
So I have a personal philosophy about dealing with days like this — I think happy thoughts. Like Angel doing his funny faces.. Alan playing pretending to hide behind the wall or beyond the doorway in our house.. I recall Fe’s laughter.. how sinfully delicious vanilla ice cream can be taken as is, half melted, almost like a milkshake but not quite… I think of Paris — and the crepes, the Louvre, Rue St. Honore, the macaroons of Laduree..
And I start to be grateful that I have those happy thoughts to turn to when things are not quite as okay as I’d want them to be.. and I’m okay again.