Today I got a Facebook Friend request from a boy I went to high school with. He told me he has been a closet I Will Dare reader for awhile. After I confirmed him as my friend, he apologized for making fun of my pants in 1986.

I chuckled upon reading his apology. Aww, I thought, the ugly 8th grader I carry around in me is going to have a good day because of that. The 36-year-old that I am, was already having a pretty good day.

Today was one of those rare days where I not only recognized my utter contentment, but actually reveled in it. There was nothing special about the day. I cleaned off my desk in the Fortress of Solitude (which now means the floor is really messy), I found the perfect vampire bat puppet for Nolan, and I ordered pizza. That’s about the extent of the day. But it was good and the tree was happy.

Maybe it takes a real job to make you truly appreciate lazy Saturdays.