Happy when that happens

Today, driving over to Dave's house to pick up the mail and print out some photos for Christmas cards, I had a devaju. Those don't happen to me very often, but whenever they do, it always makes me happy. It makes me feel like my life is actually on track, heading in the direction God or fate or my own will wanted it to go. It has been a long time since I've felt that way, I have to say.

And if one does not believe in dejavu, then I would just say I was in good mood, and I felt open to life.

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