Trifecta.

While we were in Texas this spring my friend's dog sniffed at a dead bug and then, because she loved the smell of that dead bug so much, started rolling around in it. Jamming her face in it, spreading her back all over that dead bug.

Since we moved here I've felt like a dog trying absorb all the good on my fur. I keep rolling around in it over and over.

The house, the neighborhood and, now that the kids are settled into school 7 hours a day, I'm living in a trifecta of good.

I sort of want all this good to get into my skin.