Oh man, it's like I woke up with a bluebird chirping on the windowsill and a powder blue sky filled with rainbows this morning. I swear Dick Van Dyke is about to pop his head through the window and sing me a happy tune (in a dodgy Cockney accent) any moment now. You know? When you have one of those days when all's right with the world? Giddy almost.
I'm easily pleased I guess. All it takes is a good night's sleep, the last vestiges of my bronchitis being on their way, a warm and sunny Spring-like day, a morning commute that has dropped from one and a half hours to 8 minutes (isn't that just ridiculous?) and the next thing you know I'm skipping the streets like I have a coterie of animated friends.
Ok, there was no actual skipping (or animated friends for that matter) but I kind of felt like it.
I am not complaining. If I could bottle this and pop it into my nightstand I would. In a little bottle that I could take sips from every now and then.