I thought I’d better get it right out there in the post title, because my good moods are fleeting. Unfortunately, I do not have the slightest idea what I want to do with this rare situation. Maybe I should make up a whole new life and tell stories about it. True stories, well, relatively speaking; they wouldn’t be outlandish. No volcanoes, no Nazis, no dinosaurs or aliens. Ruling out aliens might be a little premature, however; don’t want to hamstring myself too much.
Actually, for some really weird reason, I am envisioning a Thelma & Louise laughing launch into space . . . with this huge air-filled landing pad. These good moods are dangerous.