If you half-stumbled home
from book club because you’d had a little too much wine with friends
But you paused to email a bunch of people who were so glad that you were helpful enough to spread the word about their cool programs for kids this weekend
Because you knew that you’d be too busy tomorrow playing hooky with the family and going spring-skiing for the day
So you just had to take care of a little business, like “liking” the comment telling you that today’s appearance on TV appearance went well
While waiting for the cat to scratch at the door
Before chugging a big glass of water and snuggling into bed with a warm husband and a good book,
Well, that, my friends, would be a pretty excellent life.
And who knows what tomorrow will bring? So many friends have troubles lately. Prayers and casseroles seem paltry.
So it feels like gloating, but isn’t there holiness in showing gratitude?
Life is very, very good.
Or maybe it’s the wine talking.