Cloud 9
The phrase, “I’m on cloud nine,” likely originated from the International Cloud Atlas (1896) that classified 10 types of clouds. The cumulonimbus is the tallest and fluffiest cloud and was classified as cloud type number 9. It is an idiom meaning to be extremely happy.
As I write this, I am still on cloud nine from a little trip I took this past week to meet my new grandson and to see my beautiful granddaughters, my lovely daughter-in-law and my wonderful son. While I was thrilled to see them all and love them equally, I have to admit...
The wee lad stole the show.
That, of course, is the inevitable result when you’re just three weeks old. Could he have been any cuter? No. Any more cuddly? No. Could grandma have been any more happy? No. Seriously, grandkids are the best. What a delightful week I had.
This evening, I’m back at my desk in Ohio, readying myself for a return to the routine. I am happy to report that the temperatures are considerably better than when I left the state and while it is rainy and gray, I won’t complain since any thermometer reading above 32° is a relief after the frigidity of the last few weeks. Lu is remarkably happy to have been sprung from her confinement at the boarder’s and is snoozing in her fluffy bed and snoring, per usual.
Other than that, I’d love to share something profound, but I’m afraid the Well of Profound Things is rather empty tonight (if it ever held much, I couldn’t say). I slept well last night, yet feel as if an early bedtime is in my future. One of the best things about being my age is knowing when your steam has run out and taking corrective action without thinking twice about it. Say what you will, there’s nothing better than facing Monday fully rested.
Have a spectacular week, Dear Reader.
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Congratulations Grammie! Nothing better than a little.