I kick in Dear Mr. Fantasy by Traffic to start the day. John Lennon, our new baby turtle, sticks his head out from underneath

the large rock that he has slept under to see what the music is all about. I read an article, yesterday, that said that turtles love music, as long as it is not played too loud.

I leave the room, to get some dental floss.(There is one tooth  in the very back of my mouth that always grabs a bit of whatever it is that I eat. It is a real pain in the ass, or mouth, rather). The bird starts squawking and I fancy that she is squawking because I have left her, though I have no proof of this. She is a moody being. Sometimes, I think that she cares about me, and, sometimes, I think that she wants to sink her beak in my neck.

My partner, Joan, is an amazing woman in so many ways. She is smart, sexy, creative, kind, caring, loving. Yesterday, she undid thirteen screws in our vacuum cleaner and fixed the broken machine by cleaning out an ungodly amount of dog and cat hair. Several weeks ago, she fixed the plumbing in our kitchen, putting in a new pipe, saving us hundreds of dollars in plumber fees.

I can barely bang a nail into a wall, so it is to Joan that I look to for help in fixing things about the house.

It’s a great day to be alive.