Better than Prozac

Dear Life,

OK, capricious mofo. You can throw sucker punches at me, one-two-three; and yeah, they hurt. But you are no match for a 20-pound mood enhancer known as a granddaughter.

Add some sublime (if ephemeral) spring weather, a baby giraffe at the local zoo, a tot playground, and the possibility of "baby's first real steps" - and you, Life, are good again. For today, at any rate.

And that is good enough.