A Happy Day

I spent yesterday entirely happy. It was a great feeling.

Jack stayed home from work, which spoiled my plans for days at the beach. But we had breakfast, read the paper, took the dogs to the dog park, and went to the gym. It was nice, all day nice.

At the end of the day, I realized I'd been entirely happy the entire day. It felt nice.

Bad Day

I had just the finest weekend, being almost the star of the show at the Archer-Epler 85th reunion. I was music director of the Vagabonds as well as soloist, music director and drum major for Bracken, and helped put together the PAL tribute corps, so I was the leader there too. I got kudos from Ray Eyler and Carol Pennisi, from Duke Terreri and Jimmy Russo, and from so many others.

So why today do I suddenly have this flash of an image of Jack answering the door to Peta, and running off with her while I got left behind in Kerkrade. I can't figure out why. I can't understand it at all, and I can't stand it. And I've been crying or on the verge of crying all day. And I can't stand that either.

Out of the Blue

Son of a bitch.

The eye doctor says I have the early stages of glaucoma in my left eye!

Where the heck did that come from???

Bazzfazz.