There’s times when I want to write about everything. I want to sing from the mountaintops and tell everyone, everywhere, all of you what I’m thinking. I want you to know that I’m happy – yes! I am! Finally! I want you to know why, I want you to know that I’ve got a spring in my step and a song in my heart. (Only kidding on that last one – I promise, despite me being in a good mood, that I’ll never – EVER – be that cheezy.)

And in moments like these, where that’s basically the only thing I can concentrate on, it’s hard to come up with something to write. I SHOULD be writing about lawn & garden for a well-known home improvement chain. I SHOULD be coming up with misspellings for the word “diamond” and writing compelling copy to lure internet shoppers to shell out some dough for their girlfriend’s/wife’s/mistress’ ring. Instead, I’ve got this dumb grin on my face because a not-so-good day has since turned into a very fabulously good day, and it’s still sunny.

I wonder if they have Veggie Hot Dogs at the Braves game.