It's 11:27 a.m. on Sunday, July 4.
I am slightly buzzed from a Bloody Mary made from Ugly Dog vodka (distilled less than 2 miles from where I'm sitting right now) and home-canned-by-me Bloody Mary mix.
The sun is shining.
There is a lovely breeze.
The lake is full of water skiers, sailors, and cruisin' pontoon boats.
I am in the company of excellent friends.
It is a perfect summer day.
Content-ness level: about a zillion on a scale of 1 to 10.