Life is … good?

It’s a nascent spring with balmy air.  I love my little Southern city and my kind neighbors.  My friends are the best.

I’ve lost some of that pot belly.  I recovered from coronavirus.  There are beautiful, amazing people in my life who enchant me and inspire me and make me laugh.  I’m getting nice compliments about my writing from strangers, and I’m excited about some new goals there.

Am I in danger of becoming happy?