just had to report

Blue sky, with bright sunlight shining through the kitchen window. Buckwheat honey and milk in my coffee, strong sweet creaminess flowing down my throat. The vivid fuschia/purple-and-white flowers Matthew brought us on Sunday are still alert and blooming, and I can see them out of my peripheral vision; and snippets of songs with beautiful leaps from chest to head and vice versa are passing through my mind.

I think it will be a good day.