woke up after 8 a.m.
got some good (wonderful, merciful, life-affirming) news
did not wear pajamas past noon
did not accidentally kill my puppy
wore tights that are warmer than pants and boots that are hotter than Uggs
tried cask beer
saw what all the fuss was about at The Dandelion
spotted Stephen Starr for the second time in five days
organically birthed a new inside joke
read all the pages I skipped in The Corrections
stopped wanting to be Jonathan Franzen
stopped wanting to be anyone/everyone but me
suspect I won’t have any trouble falling asleep
Today was a good day.