For some reason, I'm feeling very contented.
I've written a new short story that made me smile.
It rained today.
I made the mulligatawny soup that Nuala Cullen (my Irish Fairy Soupmother) put in her fantastic cookbook.
I'm listening to Muscles and bouncing around in my chair.
I'm wearing flannel.
I watched the 2008 remake of "The 39 Steps" and it was patriotic suspensefulness. Well, in a British sort of way.
And I'm making plans. I like making plans.