I woke up this morning to drink a cup of herbal tea and edit a paper for a friend. As previously mentioned I'm sure, I get some weird pleasure from taking someone's thoughts and ideas and helping polish them into a beautiful work of writing. This was the first paper I have edited this semester, and I was in heaven.
Then I read for a while, which makes me feel better no matter what I am reading. This morning it was poetry (which is not my norm).
After reading the weather forecast, I decided it was the perfect day to break out a snuggly black sweater. As soon as I did, the winds began blowing, the trees began stirring, the clouds gathered, and thunder pealed through the sky. Nothing makes me happier than a good storm, especially if I am curled up in my coziest dark clothes.
I am extraordinarily content.
Just pass me a cigarette, a bongo drum, and a beret; we've got a beatnik in the making over here.
all my love,