Early this morning in the cool air I was sitting out on the steps of my back deck. Maggie had her stuffed plush dog trying to remove whatever guts are left. My thoughts turned to Joyce as I drank my coffee and had a cigarette. Joyce loved to do the same.
"Life's too short," I told an inattentive Maggie.
Maggie brought her stuffed toy to me and dropped it at my feet. I rubbed and scratched her back vigorously. I wanted to savor this moment forever. I was feeling well for the first time in days. Maggie was happy. My relationships with my family were good. The sun shone down on my good fortune.