Waking Up Happy

The other day I was reading this article about all the maintenance Martha Stewart does each and every day. I am not surprised that woman will more than likely live to be 200 and look great. I am exhausted just thinking of her routine. I do wish I were so narcissistic to care so much for myself. If I could just have 5% of her love of self. Wow.

One thing did grab me, she said not to dismiss the importance of spouse, partner, family, pets.

This morning I went to drop the Fluffies off at the groomer. They were shaggy and every so smelly. I haven't washed them in some time as my big girl has been sick since Christmas. She has been running fever and extremely lethargic. It's been enough time she's been feeling and frankly I can no longer take the smell. So off they went. As I drove back thinking of the bill to come and dreading it, I suddenly thought of that Martha Stewart list. And suddenly I realized something. I wake up every single day and smile and laugh as I get out of bed. I can't help it. The Fluffies are always jumping and dancing and desperately trying to lick my toes. I push them away as I shuffle out of my room. This ritual, though tiring at times, has never failed to amuse me or make me smile. And suddenly I realized it has been a very long time since I've been sick. (Other than allergies.) I guess Martha is right. Pets help keep us well.