I found a million dollars under my pillow when I woke up this morning. I haven’t lost any teeth lately, so I’m sure it wasn’t the tooth fairy. (Since I’m unaware of any lost tooth shortages, I’m pretty sure no tooth would be worth that much, anyway.)

I actually don’t find it all that troubling that I don’t know where the money came from. I’ve determined to invest it in the things I like most—flora, literary endeavors, happiness and love. Those last two things don’t necessarily go together, as I find I have to remind people again and again.