My husband has accused me since I was young girl wearing pig tails of being pleased far too easily.  In all these years, I haven’t grown out of that.  It’s Sunday and I’m starting to really feel like myself again.  After a long writing session, everything seems to be drained out of me.  This last time was no different.  So, I spent days in the bed just sleeping and eating.  Tonight, I plan to do two things.  (1) Go and see a very close friend of mine and catch up on all that I’ve missed in his life since we’ve been busy, (2) Watch Game of Thrones with Adam.  You would think that I’d be happier about one than the other, but in truth, I’m bubbling over to see the second season of my newest favorite show.  I plan to be home by eight no matter what.  I have so many questions.  What is going to happen to everyone?  I hope that the dragons do battle and that little king gets all that is coming to him. What I really want to know is what is the winter going to bring?  If they have dragons, then they must have other monsters.  I really don’t recall when I’ve enjoyed fantasy writing so much.  I feel like a little kid, all giddy about the television.

I guess the point is that life has some awesome little pleasures that make it worth living.  And that has never been lost on me.  I guess I’m lucky.