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Happiness is...

I can't help it. I'm happy.

I've been dancing around in my underwear all morning. Singing along with the radio, and just generally enjoying the moment.

The sun is out, the birds are singing, and I had a lovely weekend.

Saturday was a busy day, spending the morning with my family doing egg hunts and eating breakfast, then spending the afternoon with just one of my many 'extended' families. Just a lot of eating and drinking, laughing, and feeling generally at ease, surrounded by caring people, in the safety of the places I call home.

After handing the ShortBus off to his dad on Sunday morning, CSB and I settled into the couch and a day of movie watching. I had planned to make breakfast, and even attempted to start... when I realized, "I don't know how to make eggs any other way than scrambled and hard boiled." And, honestly, I can't remember the last time I scrambled an egg.

Yes, I know... but until just recently (1) I didn't eat breakfast, and (2) I didn't eat eggs. In the last year or so, I have discovered the wonders of the omelette, and eggs florentine, and have started a new appreciation of the egg. Plus, eggs... a good excuse to eat bacon.

So, CSB ended up making breakfast, and we spent a good part of the day relaxing.

Today has been all smiles, sunshine, an excellent interview (Rion, I promise to call you tomorrow), and I'm seriously considering having chocolate cake for dinner.

On a Clear Day...

Sunday afternoon, CSB took me up to Sibley Volcanic Regional Preserve. In the hills above Oakland (or is that considered Berkeley?), we walked up to Round Top, and took in the view. It was such a clear day, not only could you see every bit of Mt. Diablo, but, out to the wind farms along highway 12 (on the way to Rio Vista), and beyond... all the way to the snowy peaks of the Sierras. It was breathtaking.

In more ways than one.

Three-quarters of the way up the hill, I began to wheeze. Literally gasping for air, and still trying to maintain some semblance of dignity in front of him.

"What? Me? No, not dying... breathing... overrated... be fine... just... looking at the stars and spots dancing before my eyes...oooohhhh pretty....."

Obviously I survived. Most of my body is strong. Later that night, yeah, my legs were a little sore... but in a good way (and even that went away really quickly). My lungs. Apparently not so much.

I never meant to smoke for this many years. In fact, the first time I "quit" was exactly when I planned to, my 21st birthday, AFTER the weekend in Vegas. I promised myself I would quit smoking 12 years ago. Don't get me wrong, its not like I haven't tried, and had really long stretches of success... I've quit for a year, twice.

Smoking is the one big weakness in my life that I am actually embarrassed about. And, it's way past time for it to go away. Yesterday, after coming off the hill, I threw away most of a pack of cigarettes (and a lighter), and didn't smoke for the rest of the day. Today is St. Patrick's day (which means drinking, and I don't think Guinness and will power go together so well). Tomorrow morning, I give myself one week of "cutting down" (which basically means I'm going to go down to five or less a day). After that week, done. Once I've completed my first successful week, I will join a gym (because, I am pretty sure I can join a gym for a year, and "weekly" it will cost me about the same -if not less- than a carton of cigarettes). By July 1 I will be able to take that walk again, and not have to talk myself through the process of breathing deeply so I don't hyperventilate.

I'm young (*shaddup smarty pants, I am too*).
And, I have a lot of stuff I still want to do.
And, I really want to be breathing when I do it.