I agree with that philosophy though I cannot stop myself from looking back to happier times in the past and wondering what gloom my future will hold.
So if we can ever get our boxes unpacked or sorted out and the excess sold or donated or junked, maybe I can get on to the present and then the future.
In the meantime, we were sitting out on our patio last night, enjoying a cocktail, when we noticed this sky overhead.
As Judy and I and Hoagy Carmichael have always called it . . .