The best part of my day is oftentimes the most simplistic thing. Sometimes it is nothing more than a kind word on the phone from someone I’ve never met; sometimes it’s the birds I can hear singing outside as I work on inside projects. It’s different for everyone, and you don’t have to have some extreme event happen to say your day was great.
For Libby, the best part of the day occurs at night. She LOVES to go to bed. The scratches, the personal attention — all the things that makes humans feel good is what she appreciates. The only other thing that can compete is a visit from her boyfriend, Bubby Carl, who whispers in her ear and tells her that she’s sexy.
