The sun is shining and the top is down on the Miata.

Life is good.

Went to Rococo last night and caught Shy’s trio doing some jazz standards and they knocked Coltrane out of the ballpark while I did a little snoochie boochie (fans of Kevin Smith films will have to help me with the spelling there) with the lovely Juliet.

Life is good.

It’s Friday, the end of a productive week, and I have several options for this evening, mostly including the Brave Combo show at VZDs, one of my favorite OKC cultural “events”.

Life is good.

I spent some time with a friend late yesterday afternoon at Flip’s and I don’t have the romantic troubles I listened to.

Life is good.

I made a couple of AA meetings this week, my quota, and heard stuff I needed to hear, as is almost always the case if I’ll just listen.

Life is good.

I saw a 7 day forecast that says next Wednesday it will be 77 degrees in OKC. Amazing at this time of year.

Life is good.

I got snuggles and cuddles and kisses this morning first thing and got to pet and smooth a stomach. Sinatra is still simply the best.

Life is good.

De Shan is back from Australia and this old town can light up again.

Life is good.

My family is in good health and no one is in jail or bankruptcy court.

Life is good.

Dropped by to see my tobacconist, The Pink Lady, who I simply adore and think is wonderful, and picked up a couple packs of my favorite cigarets while looking forward to the 1st, when the bars and cars and restaurants stop allowing smoking and I’ll try once again to quit.

Life is good.

Don’t bother to trouble me with your troubles today, folks. I’m not listening.

Life is good.