I am an optimist.
I mean, I can play the Pollyanna Game better than Pollyanna ever cold.
I play unintentionally. All the time.
Sometimes I wonder if I take it a little too far, though.
Jeffrey is sick. Did I mention that?
I have my own personal heater in bed with me.
When I get cold, I can just snuggle on up to him, and it is like hugging an ember, all toasty warm.