Dear Baby Jesus, Flying Spaghetti Monster, Powers That Be, and Assorted Deities of the International Pantheons With Whom I Am Not On A First Name Basis,
Thank you for today. Thank you for the best day, by orders of magnitude, that I have had in longer than I can remember. Thank you for mild weather, and interesting work to do, and delicious food, and chocolate, and awesome friends, and great sex, and body heat, and excitement in my brother’s voice.
And for selling the house.
I can see the beginning.