Could it really be this simple?

I think the secret to happiness is...happiness. Right?

I was reminded of this on my run today, when my Shuffle (which I unintentionally put through both the washer and the dryer, along with my Skullcandy ear buds--and yet both still work perfectly) began playing "The Sunny Hours," by Long Beach Dub All-Stars. This was a band cobbled together some years after the death of Sublime front man Bradley Knowles.

What a great song:

I only count the sunny hours;
The brightest hours of day.
I never count the gloomy hours;
I let them slip away.

Yep. That's the way to be. If we get bogged down in the negative, well...life will seem pretty grim.

If you check out this song, note the contribution of will.i.am, before he became the biggest corporate shill this side of Peyton Manning. Will, will, will. Why?

And, because it's nice when I can tie things up, I will tell you that my book club rated The Book of Salt as the second-worst selection since we began meeting. The worst was A Death in the Family. So, I don't feel quite so bad about my difficulty with it. I may pick it up again over the summer, when I'm not so rushed.

Comments

[Katie]

I love your sunniness ;-)

[Erin K. Rice]

Ha! Who would have guessed it, right?