fever of joy
I do believe I must have a bit of a temperature, based on how I'm feeling as I guzzle the fourth mug of tea (why did I just type tay?) and try to verify that the sentences I'm adding to my project are coherent. Generally speaking, being sniffly and fuzzy-headed makes me feel a little grumbly, but seldom in my life have I felt better than I tend to with a slight fever.
Then again, it might be the tea itself, or the encouraging message from Nancy about my project progress, or the progress I'm making right now, or the overall sweetness of my life. Leftover holiday cheer from Rosh Hashanah? Brought back to the surface, perhaps, by Gabe's distinctly shofar-like nose-blowing earlier this morning? Or the hat. It could definitely be the hat.
Ah, life is sweet.
Then again, it might be the tea itself, or the encouraging message from Nancy about my project progress, or the progress I'm making right now, or the overall sweetness of my life. Leftover holiday cheer from Rosh Hashanah? Brought back to the surface, perhaps, by Gabe's distinctly shofar-like nose-blowing earlier this morning? Or the hat. It could definitely be the hat.
Ah, life is sweet.