Do you ever have a day that’s so good, you start to worry?
“Damn, man! Today is such a good day!” I will say to myself, “I wonder when a shark is going to drop out of the sky and cause a chain reaction accident that makes me late for dinner?”
This is one of those days.
Well, honestly, it started yesterday, when I shot the cover for Just A Geek.
Oh. My. Mother. Jesus. Balls! I am so excited! The photos all look amazing!
Here’s a not-so-secret: I hate having my picture taken, and it’s not just because each click of the shutter captures a little bit more of my ever-diminishing soul. The truth is, I just don’t feel like I photograph well, and as someone who grew up constantly picked on, I want to look cool, you know? (Is it possible to look cool without being one of The Cool Kids? Because I know lots of people who are cool — my wife, for example, is very cool — but who aren’t one of The Cool Kids.)
Well.
The I have found a photographer who makes me look cool (I know, I’m as shocked at you are) and who is fun to work with . . . and the photos are so good, it’s made me want the book to come out even faster than I already did.
I’ve also gotten some incredibly exciting news about two very cool additions (being done by other people) for Just A Geek, but I won’t blog about them until —
Wait. Did I just say “blog about them?” Did I just use the word “blog” as a verb?
Fuck. I did. Okay, so I am now officially a total hosebag.
*sigh*
Well, at least I look cool in some pictures, right?
Anyway, I won’t WRITE about it until I have 100% confirmation from the über cool people who are responsible . . . but holy mother of crap, is it cool!
Okay. Where was I?
Oh. Yes. Today is a very good day:

• In the past 36 hours, WWdN readers have sent in close to $3,000 in sponsorship for our Rock N Roll Marathon in June. Added to what we already have, we’re over $20,000, and we have three weeks to hit our goal of $25,000. We are overwhelmed with your generosity, and we are confident that we’ll make it!
• A few weeks ago, two finches built a nest in our breezeway, and a few days ago four baby finches hatched. The only thing that makes me as happy as the chirping of those little guys when they’re ready to eat is the songs their parents sing on the telephone wire over my back yard.
• Ryan and Nolan got their report cards yesterday. They both have GPA’s over 3.3, which is HUGE, considering all the stress they’ve had to deal with for the bulk of this school year. As a matter of fact, these are the best report cards they’ve ever had, and I am so proud of them I want to cry a little bit.
• Over the past two months or so, I feel Ryan reaching out to me — closing the emotional distance — for the first time in the eight years we’ve been in each other’s lives. I’ve always let our relationship be where he wants it to be, and I feel like he is ready for (and wants it to be) closer now . . . and that makes me want to cry even more than the great grades.
• Anne and I are finally able to do the work on our house that we’ve wanted to do since we moved in five years ago. First, we’re doing new windows and doors, then A/C! Hooray!
• Anne is in charge of the inside of the house, and I get to be in charge of the landscaping of our backyard, which will finally include the meditation garden I’ve wanted all these years.

I could go on and on, but I’ve noticed that when things are good, and I celebrate how good they are, the “I hate you” e-mail increases exponentially . . . so I’ll just stop right after this:
I’m so incredibly grateful that life is currently as good as it is, and I think that it’s important to enjoy times like these when they come along.
I know it won’t always be as good as it is right now, but times like this make the bad times more bearable . . . and as longtime readers know, I’ve had more than my fair share of the bad times over the last few years.