Had a happy day yesterday. Completely out of the ordinary, and it felt great. I didn't work (for myself). Went to the Doctor, went out to lunch with my sister in law and her mom, went down to the art museum and volunteered on a big puppet parade project that will happen next weekend. Was asked by someone I don't know well, but like from afar as I was helping with papier mache : Did you have a happy childhood? What is your love story?? And it made me think: and made me also want to ask him: and what is your love story? well, next time. I will When english isn't the common language, it is so much easier to have a conversation that goes straight to the heart of things.