Not really.

But I do love it when the sun’s rays shoot out from behind the clouds.

It’s like my inner three-year-old jolts to life or something. I’m all, “Yes! Do it again!”

This week has been tough, like two weeks of work jam-packed into one and two days of feeling running over by the head cold Mack truck.

And tonight was the funeral-home visitation for Kevin’s grandmother, who passed away Wednesday, after more than two weeks of misery and suffering in the hospital.

She was an amazing woman, Mae Simpson, and she will be terribly missed by her family and friends.

The last thing she said to Kevin, after telling him he needed to go home and be with his family instead of sitting at the hospital with her, was that she was going to be all right “either way.”

This afternoon, staring at the sun rays, I couldn’t help but wonder what the view was like from her side.