Sometimes I stare at these photos of Charlie, cracking up during a game of cards, and remind myself that I should constantly, relentlessly, incessantly be seeking this level of joy in my life whenever possible.
Yesterday, I turned a plastic bag with a single bagel inside into a weapon and attacked Charlie, swinging it like a mace and smacking him in the butt.
He defended himself and ultimately launched a counterattack with a plastic pizza platter and a plastic sword.
This battle went on for a long, long time.
Joy at the level pictured in these photos was attained and sustained for quite a while, which was another good reminder:
You don’t need much to be happy.
