I don’t  multi-task very well, but my Prius has a Bluetooth function so I can’t resist talking into the air while driving from my north office to anywhere else.

I hit the person’s number on my phone before putting the car into gear, and begin the call.  Drivers in surrounding vehicles must think I’m daft, talking into the emptiness around me.  I like that notion.  Yesterday’s call reached a friend in Chicago.  We had not talked since the holidays.  The post-mortem of his Christmas / New Year’s and mine took me all the way from Liberty to my Rotary meeting in Waldo.

After parking and clicking “end” on the steering wheel to terminate the connection, I sat thinking about the friends with whom I’d spent the holidays.  Crazy good friends.  What a lucky broad I am!  I laughed outloud, startling myself and a man passing near the Prius.  I waved at him and he lifted his hand just a few inches, shaking his head, hurrying by.

My friend La Puma thinks I should find a new mission now that I’ve hammered myself into a joyful person.  I’m not so sure.  This living complaint-free can be addictive.  I’m out to infect the world.

It’s the seventh day of the twenty-fifth month of My Year Without Complaining.  Life continues.

Jean Luc Picard and I share a favorite drink: “Tea. Earl Grey. Hot.” Here it brews in the infuser mug which Jenny Rosen gave me for Christmas. Ms. Rosen counts high in my list of crazy good friends.