As of late, I've been thinking about how lucky I am.

Maybe lucky isn't the right term. Luck goes hand-in-hand with superstition, which is a kissing cousin to religion. I'm not superstitious and I don't have a religion, so I suppose luck is excluded by default. Still, it's hard to explain just how I got to where I am today. Random chance and something related to quantum physics (yes, I know, everything is related to quantum physics) are probably good bets.

I have a job where I have the opportunity to write things like this in between watching TV box sets on my laptop and playing old strategy games. I have a nice apartment, a decent coffeemaker, a barbecue that starts after a few tries, two reasonably reliable computers, and a television that does a workman-like job of presenting me with entertainment. Moreover, I've got Cait, who, along with two entities who shall remain nameless and speciesless, are my whole raison d'etre.

Don't fuck with a happy man.

(I'll go back to being bitter later.)