It must be the weather.

Realized a couple minutes ago that the endorphins must be firing off in my head. Feeling great. Saturday afternoon, Panera wifi room, 71* outside. And I’m here in Philly with the best job I’ve ever had, a sense of peace and contentment, and enough rest left over from hanging out with some crazy prayer people last night. Life is good.

I’m even wearing my “too close for missles, I’m switching to guns” t-shirt that my sister-in-law gave me.

This self-depricating shirt can be purchased for the wimp in your life from randomshirts . This arrows on this shirt point to my non-existent biceps which is probably the reason this shirt was given to me in size small. Wearing this shirt will accentuate the mortality and vulnerability of anyone who wears it.

I am considering a retaliatory purchase of this shirt for the both of them:

But, Life IS Good . I’ve got opportunities to pay off debts, practice my instrument, give back to society a bit, and mentor/train my prayer team at church. Can’t complain. Some dude in Sweden even emailed me about a Clementi sonata I recorded years ago. As my Bon Jovi-quoting brother (who gave me this shirt) would say, “Have a Nice Day”.