It’s the start of the big Memorial Day weekend—the unofficial start of summer…officially— and all kinds of unofficial things have been happening.
Officially…I think.
I was out walking, just the other day, and I noticed I had a bounce in my step.
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Yeah…an actual bounce.
Which was kind of cool.
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Although it did seem odd to others…me walking with this bounce.
Like I was trying to work out a leg cramp or something.
Even the squirrels thought it looked odd.
Not that they said anything to me…I’m not crazy…I don’t talk to squirrels,
Not on a Monday.
In fact, on Mondays, I rarely talk to anybody.
Because most people don’t like Mondays, let alone talking on Mondays…and that includes the squirrels, which I know sounds weird.
Because Wednesday is usually the busiest day for squirrels.
Not sure why…just is.
Anyway, so it was even more peculiar to discover this bounce in my step, especially on a Monday.
And I can’t even put my finger on why—who actually hates it when I do that— I just had this light airy feeling.
And I know what you’re thinking…I took an extra antihistamine again.
Which I had, but I don’t think that’s what it was.
Because when I take too many antihistamines, I usually just sleep through breakfast.
No…this was different.
This was like walking through a rainbow of bright colors. The sky was bluer, the grass was greener…even the birds seemed chirpier.
Plus the bounce made navigating the curbs that much easier.
I only tripped a couple of times.
And then I realized what it was….
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