Happiness Hotel

Anybody who is a Muppets fan and who is in my family probably automatically thought something along the lines of this when you read the title of the post:

"You have three payment options: 1. cash 2. check 3. sneak out in the middle of the night.

"We'll take 3."

"Very popular choice!"

Yesterday was one of the happiest days I have had in recent memory. A little poignant at times, but very happy nonetheless. I can't exactly pin it down - the reason(s) why - but I do know it was happy and that I am glad.

Perhaps it was a sequence of events. Or a chemical surge. Or a miracle. Doesn't matter what caused it, just that I felt it, and it made me hopeful that a happy life is not just random incandescent slivers of unmitigated joy amidst sunshine, clouds, and rain, but that there's the possibility of non-random incandescent swaths of unmitigated joy amidst sunshine, clouds and rain. With the occasional snowstorm, ice storm, hail storm, and all other sorts of storm, accounted for by climate, geography, time of year, and other such scientific factors, all of which I cannot be bothered with to think about right now. I am concentrating on my sliver now, and not thinking about the what-ifs and maybes of storms that will inevitably come later.

So. Burst of song. Acceleration on the highway. A weed-free garden. No dirty socks in the laundry pile. All library books returned on time. Waking up without an alarm. Think of whatever it is that makes you happy (all of these things clearly make me happy), and wish, as Ceci and Gabina did in Nine Days to Christmas, and come dance in my sliver of joy with me while it lasts.