Living the good life. Just a few little words that conjure up such feelings of well-being and happiness. At least for me. At this very moment, ‘living the good life’ means sitting outside, in my yard, with a soft breeze blowing, the sun warming my legs and body, birds chirping all around, the dull roar of the highway a few blocks away, and keeping an eye on my cat as he explores the perimeter of the fence like some miniature, pot-bellied black panther.
My husband is inside, taking a morning nap with the dog, and all is quiet in the house.
This, is the good life.