It’s not so often lately that I can say I’ve had or am having a good day. Today is fortunately one of those times. Not even the random and close-minded religious ramblings from facebook-game friends can dampen the spirits in the apartment.

The rain clouds are starting to break up and the barest hints of naked sky are visible above the trees. The pets seem content and are lolligagging at the deck door, enjoying the streaming light. My daughter swings here next to me, the lullaby sounds of gentle music accompanying the rhythmic click-click of the swing’s mechanism. Every once in awhile she’ll peer up at me but then resumes her chore of grabbing at the toy I’ve put near her. My son spends some well-deserved time playing Warcraft. It’s  hard to understand him lately. The tween-aged boy psychology is something I’m not terribly good at figuring out yet. Today, though, it’s going well. Someday soon I’m sure he’ll be able to best me at sparring, but so far I’m ahead on points.

My wife is connecting with unknown family members on Facebook to try and learn more about ancestry, and as for me: I’m just typing and making sure to stay on top of my virtual city.

It’s a good day, though. And so far I’ll take it.