sunshine is what happy is made of

And thank God it’s very, very sunny. What a strange morning. I’ve received a not-quite-nice demand for studio safety information from a pregnant person (good luck, use common sense, and also, kiss my ass) done laundry, shipping, bill-paying, and I’ve received (and in some cases answered) a raft of emails about crazy shizz I do not think about- ships, strings, and sealing waxes… I feel like I am on Dream Jeopardy and Alex Trebec is on vacation and instead the guest host is Michelle Bachmann and the category is Things Unrelated To My Existence, for a payout of zero dollars. WTF, People of Earth?

I fix my mind on the upcoming joy of living in a tree in my yard, where zero dollars go a great way toward happiness, and reading in a hammock is a sensible way to spend an afternoon.

There is a mockingbird chatting me up from a branch in the tangerine, and later there will be a curved-billed thrasher singing his beautiful song from the orange tree or the oleander. Perhaps even later there will be a red cardinal bouncing on the red beach ball; it’s been warm enough that there are lizards emerging and blinking sleepily on walls. Hummingbirds zip, and a few bees rumble around the jasmine, which just started blooming yesterday.

Their company is welcome.