I had a funny little moment today of making it down to the mailbox just in time to see the mailman heading toward his van. We exchanged glances, he seemed to be indicating that he would accept my package if I got it over to him quickly. So I sort of ran a little bit, thanked him and I think I said "Awesome." I dunno, it just sort of slipped out, I was happy. Happy about the sale, happy to catch the mailman just in time. Happy cause I had a yummy lunch. I suppose three uses of the word happy means I should label this post "happiness" again, huh. Happy!