A nice day...

Dear son,

One of the many, many reasons I enjoy writing to you is because it enables me to find bright spots in any day, even ones where the weather's bad or someone's mood is a little off. This morning your mom was in kind of a bad mood. When she's tired she's more easily depressed and more prone to irritability, just like your or I would be, too. I was wracked with stiff legs and a sore back, which depresses me, too. I walked your mom to the subway, came home and got ready, and then went to my acupuncturist, who worked me over real good. He stuck me like a pincushion full of needles and cracked and twisted my spine. I felt so much better I practically floated home, got a burger, then went to Ikea (again) despite the hour, and got four bookcases. Your mom had dinner with some work colleagues, and when she came home, she was in a much better mood, also. When I summarize this stuff for you, it helps me remember the nice parts that exist in every single day, rather than dwelling on the negatives.

Love,
Dad