No Surprises Here
Last night I was parked at Waffle House waiting for Courtney, when I noticed some movement in the little bushes near my car. Creatures. I kid you not... at one point I counted no less than six little mice frollicking through the grass.

Through the grass outside of Waffle House.

Outside, yet very near the Waffle House.

(That's the Waffle House on Old Hickory and 65... just sayin'.)

Happiness is...
-- Taking a new person to Demos'.
-- Being seranaded by Blue, the street musician.
-- Taking a walk, barefoot, until midnight.
-- Free coffee in the morning.