I knew it was going to be a good day this morning when I woke up. As I have said many times before 'If I wake up it has to be a Good Thing'. But today felt especuially good. Odd because outside, despite being pleasantly warm, it was dull and the drizzle which seems to have become part of our life at the moment appeared to be well set in for the day.
I knew it was going to be a good day when I chose Gottschalk as my music at 7am! For those of you who are not acquainted with his orchestral music it is lively and happy and almost boisterous. It suited my mood perfectly. But then if, from the 55,000 tracks of music on my computer, I can't find something to suit my mood then I'd have to be in a very odd mood indeed! After several hours of Gottschalk I moved on to Glbert and Sulliven - something I haven't done for a very long time. Now it's Lumbye - he's really happy too.
I knew it was going to be a good day when I found myself dancing across the room and out onto the deck - at 7.30 this morning! I hope that no one was watching or someone would be ringing for the padded wagon. Fortunately unless there had been anyone working in the orchards or training binoculars on The Cottage from the surrounding hillsides it is unlikely anyone would ever see the sight.
I knew it was going to be a good day when I found myself thinking positively about croquet again.
For over a week I've been in a slough from which I seemed unable to emerge. That was exceptionally unusual for me and I didn't like the person I kept seeing. But he's gone. And I'm very grateful for Blogland. It was in Blogland and not the real world around me that I felt comfortable and happy. Thank you.