Notes
The Spaghetti Monster is wise and kind, it appears that he planned the day to remind me how thankful I should be.
The day started with a "run" with the Shamrocks (including my VERY FAVORITE Shammie) through the Woo. Then we consumed sacred fluids from the tailgate of Mr Glaser's truck.
The FSM then reminded of my running sons (who I love EQUALLY) as I downshifted the Toadmobile to make the climb up and over Johnston Road.
As I approached Lowell Street (go Angry Chickens!), Engine 2 turned in front of me with Fireman Bob at the wheel. I chased him to the house, and pulled over for another holiday hug.
Then I finished the ride to Arlington knowing that my favorite daughter was waiting for me to get home and make waffles.
The only thing missing was an appearance by my big bunny buddy Billy, but we can't expect absolute perfection.
As I pause to consider how incredibly lucky I am, I will ask the Flying Spaghetti Monster to touch those who are less fortunate. May they know the peace and happiness that I am blessed with.