I'm having a perfect moment, lounging in the hammock on my porch on the first really warm night of the year, sipping a wee bit of leftover potluck wine, listening to the frogs singing and enjoying the quiet darkness that comes with living in the country. It's good to be warm outside again. It's good to have a quiet night and enjoy some solitude.
Market today was mighty fine too, hot and dusty and breezy and full of happy people who like dark green leafies and local art, just the way it should be. I feel my clouds of ennui lifting and expect to wake up tomorrow ready to conquer the world.