Bow Tie o’ the Day’s main color reminded me I was completely out of lemon-lime Popsicles, so off we went to Dick’s Market to replenish my supply. With my current gloomy mood still attacking me, I decided a sorta clownish bow tie might be able to pull me back to the Land o’ the Jolly. And it did improve my discouraged state of mind by making some of the other Dick’s customers smile and/or comment about it. That’s one of the side effects of hangin’ with bow ties: People can’t help grinning at them because the wee knots are dapper and uncommon. That makes it near-impossible for me to be grumpy or down– at least while I’m in the middle of the situation. Even that brief respite from myself helps me remember that there is light– and mirth, and wonder– at the end o’ the tuna. Did ya see what I did there? I felt like making a groaner joke already. Things are looking up. A bit.