Sometimes at night I’ll crawl into bed and my two dogs will instantly jump in and take their places on either side of me. From downstairs I’ll hear the muffled sounds of ruffled feathers and some soft cooing (snoring?) from my birds. And I’ll lay in that bed and think to myself how lucky I am and how perfectly content. I am surrounded by love. I have enough money to support my family. And the Big Bang Theory’s new season will be back in just a week or so. How can I not be happy?