Why not just celebrate

Dwelling on the unimportant, stressing on the unintended, and freaking over the unknown, Laurel, simply doesn't work... and are a bit like lighting a match in a dark room to make sure no one accidentally sprinkled any gunpowder on your bicycle, kept under the stairs, near the back porch, in January.

Actually, some of that wasn't really important, but hopefully it distracted from any stigma you may have attached to freaking over the unknown.

You're so adorable,
    The Universe


Why not just celebrate that you're alive, Laurel, every single day? After celebrating that you don't need a bike to get email, in January