Meow.

Some days, it's a bit gray outside. You drop your kid off at preschool and he screams loudly enough to actually rip your heart out of your chest and leave it pulsing on the sand next to the tire swing. You walk to your office and you see the campus Young Republicans have put up a huge 9-11 on the grass using tiny American flags. You decide that it seems like a good day to listen to the great Warren Zevon's album The Wind, recorded as he was in the last stages of cancer. You are nearly crushed by a five-foot stack of Victorian gardening periodicals balanced precariously on your desk. On those days, it's a good idea to stop before things get any worse and look at pictures of cats with stuff on them.

As Warren would say, Enjoy Every Sandwich. Or cheeseburger, as the case may be.