Most of the day today, I’ve been fighting off a brutal headache. (I feel like there’s a knife in my left eye . . . but I’ve been listening to Miles Davis do ‘Round About Midnight while I sit in an empty and otherwise quiet house. There are mighty thunderheads building above the San Gabriel mountains right now, sitting in a deep blue sky. It’s really beautiful.
Ferris is sitting on the floor behind me right now. It’s over 100 in my house (gotta love not having any air conditioning) so she’s panting loudly. About once a minute, her panting is interrupted by a little yelp, or a grunt, or some other noise to grab my attention.
When I turn around, she cocks her head to the side, and thumps her tail like crazy on the floor. She hasn’t moved in almost 15 mnutes. She’s just sitting there, giving up love for her master.
I wonder how long it’ll take for that to be quoted out of context?
I adore Ferris. She’s smart, obedient, friendly . . . but most of all, she’s just happy.
Typical conversation:
Me: Ferris?
Ferris: thump . . . thump . . . thump.
Me: What are you doing?
Ferris: thumpthumpthumpthump!
Me: Wanna go for a walk?
Ferris: thumpthumpthumpthumpthump!
She jumps up, runs circles around the room, races to the cabinet where I keep her leash, opens the cabinet with her nose, and drags the leash to me. And she never stops wagging her tail. This dog will eventually wag her tail right off her body, I’m sure.
In an effort to get my seratonin levels back up, and hopefully remove this anvil from my chest, I am doing my very best to focus on the postive things that I’ve encountered in the past few days. Here are a couple:

• Yesterday, as I was driving past a local junior college, I observed, two glorious times, that the tube top is making a comeback.
• I also discovered that my XM radio works while I’m in the car wash. My top-of-my-lungs singalong with Fred was uninterrupted yesterday, while heavy cloth fingers thumped heavily on my window.
• I entertained myself in an interview.
• One of those clouds I was talking about looked like a giant mushroom yesterday. A portabella mushroom, a few thousand feet across. (Sadly, I hate portabella mushrooms.)
• School has started up again. This means I get to spend my days writing in blissful uninterrupted silence.

I gotta go. I’m going to Hollywood to give an interview to CBS for Up To The Minute. I guess I’m talking about blogging. Maybe I’ll wear The Shirt.
Winston Churchill said, “When you’re going through Hell, keep going.” It’s good advice.