When Life Gets You Down. . .Stick Your Head Out the Window

My brain was on the fritz.  It was a combination of weak morning coffee, writer's block, and then a wave of indecision.

I vocalized my inner turmoil (entirely consisting of petty first world problems) as we drove down the street.

He said, "Look, do you see that dog?"

I saw the dog in the car ahead of us, his head sticking out the window to catch the breeze.  "Yes."

"That dog couldn't be happier than he is right now. Could. Not. Be. Happier.  You need to be like the dog!  Just be.  Be the dog."

I took his hand and squeezed it.  "I should," I said.  "I really should be more like the dog."  But I was still thinking about my indecision.  "I just, I shouldn't get a latte.  They're so expensive."

He rolled his eyes.  "I'll buy it for you."

"No, I don't want you to--"

He rolled down his window.  "I'll be out here if you need me."

And he stuck his head out.  Like the dog.