I'm happy. Like grinning maniacally for no reason, laughing at "dad jokes"* and feeling skinny kind of happy. Like nothing can go wrong.
Or can it?
I'm skating on thin ice, I think. When is the other shoe going to drop? When am I going to find myself crying in my car? I should be worried but I'm not. I'm in too good of a mood.
*typical dad joke: Q: What time did the man go to the dentist? A: Tooth hurt-y"* See? Hilarious!