ending on the good

Work today was mediocre. I did a couple of really cool things, but still felt beat up on in general. It didn't help that I was so tired that I was almost cat-napping between blinks. I thought that I'd gotten enough sleep last night, but maybe not.

I left work in a kind of down mood and listened to the Nadas all the way home. I came home to a happy greyhound in the doorway and a big pot of lavender poofy flowers sitting on my laptop. Then, my darling husband took me out for french fries and we went to see "Up".

The trailers for that movie DID NOT DO IT JUSTICE! It's wonderful. I am glad that I had extra tissues because I needed all of them. Downwood didn't ask for any tissues, but I heard him sniffling in a couple places. It's one of the all-around better movies that I've seen. I don't know where Pixar is getting the magic for their films, but I hope that well never dries up.

We came home to a bouncy greyhound who decided that the boxes we brought inside were a terrifying threat that was going to eat her. Yes, she and Doug are about on the same level, though I don't think she'd hide under the porch because she loves us. She'd be up on our bed instead.

Today is ending much better than it began. I have the happy glow of a good story, some very pretty flowers on the counter, clean clothes to fold, and Downwood's making some cold-brewed coffee for tomorrow. These are all good things.

And now I go find tissues again because thinking about the movie is making the sniffles come back. Cross my heart.