Today is one of those days in the midst of funk when I feel as though a load of lightness has been heaped on top of my ponderous burdensome heaviness. The heaviness is there, but lightness was piled on above it. The net result is a ponderous lightness of spirit, like hippos on their tip-toes, like elephants filled with helium, floating dangerously around the room, bumping into things, smiling nervously. I am a happy wreck today, enjoying the warmth of my life on fire. Even my metaphors have mixed feelings about everything. I'm as happy as the Hog of the Month at the slaughter house, prancing proudly with my blue ribbon through the chute to the sausage barn. If I had wings I'd fly up until the gravity stopped and float breathless forever at the edge of falling. I don't know. I just don't know. But I'm smiling unknowingly, and that's better than not smiling.
And now, the world-famous Caveat Emptor Wednesday Question of the Day Question:
If you could meet any one person from history and ask them any one question, what would you wear?
Leave your answers in the comments or send them to me using telepathic powers. If you're going to use telepathic powers, please don't snoop around in my mind. I haven't cleaned up in there for a while.
Hello, friends. I hope you're well. Are you?
Later. Love.
