While I was eating the sun came out, and now it's a beautiful day.
On the way there and back, the radio played all the right sing-along songs.
Then I came home and blew some bubbles.
I had a window of happiness for an hour or so, and its effects are lingering. (And this is the first day of my week off!) I'm kind of stuffed and sleepy now, though. I sit here and fiddle around to avoid launching into a real effort of writing. If there was anything at all to watch on my 300 cable channels, I'd be prostrate on the couch about now. Instead, like a true livejournalist, I'm spamming everyone with breakfast-and-weather filler.
What to do, what to do....