April 29th

I used to laugh at the Today show slogan. What a Difference Today Makes. Like my vote for the President, twice inconsequential, a single day in the life of any of us doesn't really seem to make that much of a difference, truthfully. It hasn't for me, and I have spent quite a few of them drinking wine, having exhorbitant highlights foiled to crispness, fighting with my mother, and braiding my cats' hair.

I will allow my skeptical self the acknowledgement that a 365 of them, bundled tightly together so none stands out from another, can represent an unbelievable hunk of change. Not even a little bit, like those morsels of brownie that the Jello people tout as having the same calories as a vat of their gelatin grossness, but a big bit - a colossal bit - like those bricks of Rice Krispie Treat that the Noodle Company pimps at their checkouts. Big like bull. Like this weekend.

Because this weekend was a whirl of friends, some more distant and some discovered through this very outlet. Of laughter and too much beer and a double header for a new softball team. Rolling my sleeves up so I could feel the heat and breaking out the SPF 55 long past the point of no burn. Laughing the real thing, not of the strained variety, with my mother, with whom I have a new and flourishing relationship. Watching the sun glisten off a 8.5 x 11 recipe card that prompted me to purchase lentils for the first time. The cats are healthy, one continuously shedding on the couch arm and the other strategizing just how he will torment me into his next meal. I have a road of plans to look forward to and a full TiVo to consume on the off days. I have not a place in the world I need to be. I am just here. And I am happy.

Life is good, party people. Today is good.