There are parks on all my routes home. No matter how I try, I cannot help but pass a park on my commute.

Last week, I drove by El Dorado and, according to my usual custom, peeled the old eyeballs for squirrels. Two were playing – or fighting to the death – under a tree, and then another was running on the sidewalk. That’s three squirrels.

I can get excited about a two squirrel day, but THREE? Gosh. It was a good day.

Today, I found a quarter in the hall at work. I won’t stop for a penny, and nickels and dimes aren’t much to judge by, but a found QUARTER day is a good day.

I know what you’re thinking, it’s Monday! Monday is never a good day. But Monday is always dance day, and that’s always good. It’s also Monday after a weekend wherein I shirked all work-related responsibilities, probably for the first time since licensure and boy is that good for me. Squirrels never work. (I don’t count hiding nuts. You can’t get a W2 for that.) And what’s good for a squirrel, is good enough for me.

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