Do I control my thoughts or am I controlled by my thoughts? I'm not trying to be cute or clever here. These blues and this joy seem to jockey for control. The cat wakes me up at 3:30 in the morning and life has never looked brighter. The world is perfect. Go back to sleep for a couple of hours and missing her is all that matters.
As usual, I root for the underdog. Come on, love. You can do it, happiness.