I’ve been reading The Art of Happiness, ostensibly by His Holiness the Dalai Lama. I like HH the DL. He’s got a lot of good stuff to say about anger and internal disarmament. I think the Buddhists are onto something. But I’m not sure what kind of right somebody with such a bad take on suicide has talking about happiness.
But that’s not why I’m here today. Today, I found a shiny metal screw sitting on the cover of The Art of Happiness. Finding screws all over the house is one of our running jokes that never seems to get old. I send River an email: “Nice one. I’m patiently awaiting your initiative.”