Where Everything Is...
I coulda said, could add near ANY adjective, adverb, or other type of descriptive word thingie. But they'd be extraneous.
It has naught to do with it being Freya's Day nacht (Friday, to you julian-calendar glomerons).
It has naught to do with the Little Dude off for the weekend with his dad, thus giving me and Flower some down-time.
Naught to do with full belly; naught to do with good brew.
Nor another good-friend phonetic contact. Pas aussi the trip to Ma's menana-- a wind-down bonus. Nor... well, y' get the images (and are now visualising your own, prithee).
And at the same time it has everything to do with all that.
It's just a good night, people. It's early yet. It's relaxed. We have options:
Food. Movies. Sex. Running down the drive barefoot, blue-hilighted hair streamning behind, barking efficaciously enough to scare off not one but two neighbors' mutts what's been harassing your porch-pussies... [Some jokes really are just for me, Volk!]
I hope everyone of you out there are experiencing at least some smidgeon of the.. well, the just plain easy, peacefull,and full-on honest smile-inducing BEING that I am c'est soir.