God's Country?

If there is in fact a God, and he still has anything to do with the goings on of this silly planet, I'm pretty sure he lives in Arkansas.  At the very least, he vacations here often. 

And why wouldn't he?  It's amazing.

Mondays are stupid.  This is a widely accepted truth.  I discovered last night that the best way to combat the exhaustion, whining and overall grumpiness of this day is to remove onesself entirely.  I decided to go somewhere where days of the week are completely useless.  When you're standing on the edge of a cliff, staring down at treetops, there's no room for bad attitudes.  Just bliss.  And weightlessness.  And maybe a twinge of nausea if you're a total pansy, like me.

I talk a lot of trash about the Natural State.  But there's really no competition when it comes to scenery.

So anyway, today I'm feeling good.