There's no particular reason for it. It is a senseless transparent cheer. I'm flitting between projects like a hummingbird that wandered into the Nectar Bearing Plantstravaganza Exhibit at a botanical garden. Finished a Digger, updated the website, working on another random splattery painting, fooling with the first page of the exclusive mini-story for the compendium. Set up the tripod on a whim at the sliding glass door, and have been randomly photographing little birds on the suet cake. The lighting is atrocious, so I have no idea if any of these will come out, but hey! Digital photography is so glorious. I can fill card after card with blurry little nuthatches, and I lose nothing. Not film, not nothin'.
And I just got spam with the header "labia squirrel doodle." That has not contributed noticeably to my happiness, but it does make my brain do that flickering thing where it tries to summon a mental image and then blue screens and reboots. Sort of like trying to picture Dick Cheney naked. I'm convinced you could achieve enlightenment this way, because the brain actually shuts off in self-defense, allowing you a sudden glimpse of a thoughtless clear infinity. Sort've like zanshin, only without the dignity.
I threw a coupla decent bowls last night. I got a good bit done yesterday. Maybe that's the reason I feel vague and happy and silly today. Maybe it's the light. It's still winter, but the light is the hot white-tawny of summer, blazing through the bare trees and carving them up with chiaroscuaro knives.
And life is good.