In Which I Feel Amazing

This morning I woke up in one of those inexplicably delicious moods. I feel totally rejuvenated and uncannily optimistic, and I can’t seem to talk myself out of it. I intently studied my 74-item weekly “to do” list, stood hands-on-hips and tried to shame myself by surveying the tornado-like state of my bedroom, and even reminded myself that my favorite sunglasses are irreparably broken, and since this past weekend, my camera is missing and an expensive replacement is probably in order. Even an only lukewarm bath, which I absolutely, positively, never, ever would normally tolerate, couldn’t shake this feeling. I have absolutely no idea why I feel so good.

I’m incorrigible.