Saturday kicked ass. Sumatra at home, Vanilla Latte at Starbucks, breakfast with friends at West Egg. I came home, put on some music, cleaned for a bit, paid bills, did my taxes, and then went over to a friend's for dinner with her, her family, and friends. I really, really, enjoyed the entire day.
Sometimes I get this glimpse of what I want my life to be like and I imagine it's like the clouds breaking for a mariner of old who has sailed for weeks with no star to get a bearing on. It's like suddenly having a sense of direction.