Better

It's so cold that we throw the full garbage bags out the door to rest instead of hiking all the way to the garage where the cans are. So yesterday as I left the house for for work I grabbed the bag and stepped in a giant pile of shit, simultaneously. I didn't have a little on my shoe, the whole pile hung on and trod with me all the way to the garage and back into the drive where I finally smeared most of it off. Most of it. When the heater in the car kicked in it brought about a slight gag and a sort of grim acceptance. Once I got to work my own bowels offered up a remarkably sizable and offensive mess and during the clean-up I thought about how this could all make for a shitty day. But yesterday was a great day, I stayed grateful and really enjoyed my fellow earth travelers, especially the ones closest to me.  I apologize if I offended anyone with all the poopy talk, but maybe it helps if we see, right away, just how shitty life can be to allow everything else to seem better.