Dispatches from the Wee Smalls (repost)

*Note: This blog was originally emailed from my blackberry, but for some reason it never showed up.*

As I write this it is around half-past twelve and I'm recently home from a rather late hockey game (a 2-1 win for the good guys, btw) and I am, as is usual with these late games, wide awake.

DW is fast asleep, although I know she hoped to be awake when I returned and there was a very sweet note on my pillow to give me a late night smile.So, in the absence of any real fatigue I sit here in Penny's rocker/glider with a well-chilled can of Tuborg watching a re-run of Voyager and sending out a note to my blog readership. (I've babbled on ad nauseum about the disadvantages of late hockey games so I'll spare you the needless diatribe/crying jag.)

Life just feels 'good' these days but I can't necessarily put my finger on a reason why. God knows that work has been a bit of a drag (no disclosure here for fear of getting 'dooced') so I know that's not it, but I'm just feeling happy about me, life, love and all that sort of thing. I admit to being a bit of an early bloomer when it comes to my curmudgeon skills, so I can't really fight it when I feel one of these moods. My inner cynic is, of course, clawing to get out but I'll keep the beast at bay for a while.

Times like this, I don't have a care in the world. Actually, I have 'em. But they seem to matter a little less.

Hopefully today smiles upon you all.I must go.

My cat has decided that my chest is a good spot to occupy.