Happiness
It rained! Well, sprinkled, really. But water! Fell from the sky! It was glorious. I went outside and opened my arms and breathed.
It was a dandy day. On top of feeling rain (!) on my skin, I got to:
* zip up some pants I thought were too tight,
* make (and eat) chocolate chip oatmeal muffins (Does that cancel out the pants? I hope not.),
* read (and giggle) through a few chapters of Sideways Stories From Wayside School with my daughter,
AND
* work on an old picture book manuscript, one of my favorites. It never has had a just-right, lip-smacking-perfect sort of ending, and I'm not sure it has one now, either, but I had fun.
At one point, I found myself singing,"Mama said there'd be days like this..." I know "this" wasn't the kind of day The Shirelles meant, but it worked. It was good.