This morning had a slow, bed-tossing start, but truly began with this:
- Mason jar filled with echinacea, Emer-Gen-C, ice, and plenty of water.
- Complete disregard for my computer, and consequently the internet.
- Light breeze from the open door.
- Pixeljunk Eden (the ps3 swing-fest I blogged about earlier), played to the tunes of Jens Lekman.
- Sweet, sweet filtering of the sun through the blinds, through the door.
- The kind of peaceful happiness that I thrive on.
On days like this, I want to give the world a suffocating bear hug. That is, until I step outside and realize what that world has become.
Postscript: I kid, I kid. Mostly. The world is alright in chunks, and with the right people.