I have a friend that works at the local Ford dealership. I've known him for a few years and I try and stop by to see him when I can. Like today; I could have made an excuse to not go by: its out of the way, I have a headache, I have too much to do...all of which are true.
But every time I go over there I get a lift. His sense of humor is fun (today he had made "baby feet" in the dust on the hood of a Town Car) and I'll generally spend an hour chatting with him while he works. And he is forever either restoring a car or looking for one to restore. So today we discussed a '65 Comet that he is hot on the trail of. And as usual I laughed, stayed longer than I intended and enjoyed his company.
Sometimes you need that: spring weather, a little break away, a few minutes of fun, some baby feet on a hood and talk of a car that you or a buddy may or may not buy to make you realize that life is good.