An optimist is the dog who hangs near the stove when I'm cooking, the kid who flaps his mouth in my class, or maybe it's the squirrel that camps out in our attic. All these seem to be optimistic moves––hopefulness and confidence about the future or successful outcome of something; however, I am the truest optimist of all.
I believed I could scratch a few notes to satisfy my buzzing mind before bed last night and then write a great post after work and Chess Club. Plus my son came in town tonight. The post ain't gonna happen because I'M TIRED.
The conclusion: I'll let these funny thoughts simmer awhile before sending them to fruition. Night. Night.