jazz club. puppies. happy-like things.
Over the previous rainbow of days I've been running around thinking about books and words and immersing myself in things that make my world happy. The puppies make me happy. In fact, if I wasn't always chasing them around, I may have strayed from Australia long ago. They keep me in line. I literally just had to stop typing so Lily could chew my wrist... lol. Ten piece jazz bands make me happy, particularly when they're accompanied by sexy scat...