Redefining happiness, and drilling beneath the concept of a "new normal".

I made a motion, kind of a "shine-on" to some people, a kind of horn playing motion, thumb to nose, and fingers making the notes for my own imagination.

It was good.

This was, is, kind of an acknowledgement of posterity, a pushing of the football so far ahead, moving the existential trash pile several feet along the way, towards or past or whatever, the road, the forks in the road, the polk salad looking on from the ditches.