The opposite of fear is faith, so it's nice to know there is an opposite.

This morning I awoke with a vision of my mind as a haunted house, which sent me back to bed to try to wake up on the right side. I awoke a second time hearing that Lloyd had the bologna. Well, hearing the toilet flush multiple times and thinking "bologna will flush" made me get up to test my hypothesis. I guess the day brightened when I saw him dumping his own potty, not flushing bologna. Or was it the bologna outside the bathroom door that made me smile? Certainly the puddle on the floor coupled with the seriousness of those little buns reaching to flush over and over lightened things.

So much fun, yet I'm still scaring myself. Maybe I'll go for a walk and hope to trip, fall, and appreciate the diversion.