Good News

This is my routine each morning. I rise, pad out to the hallway, click the thermostat up a degree or two, and head to the kitchen for a cup of coffee.

On my way, I stop at the front door, turn off the porch light, and look out the front window for zombies.

Zombies, you ask? Yes, I check for zombies. And so far, there have been none. It starts off each day with good news. And if one morning I peek through the window and see the undead shambling down the street? Then the world is a shit show, and all the worries and tasks that may have plagued me that day will seem relatively minor. That’s what I call good news.