This morning I woke up feeling really good.
Not health-wise, no. I coughed out yellow phlegm this morning and the doc has asked that I keep a teetotalling lifestyle for a month.
But as I dressed for work, finished my coffee and went out to choose my shoes, I was happy.
I thought about sending an sms to people to tell them the great news. You know, that I'm loving the sun and the morning, and my spirits are sufficiently above ground level again. But I didn't. And only because I remembered very good advice that was once given to me - nobody likes a bragger. Heh.
For weeks now I've been obsessed with all things crafty. Beads, felt, ribbons, buttons, laces, trims. Strewn all over the bed. Every night, even when I'm watching TV. It's a nice little hobby. I'm up to my 11th brooch. It's a great business idea. Except I don't really want to sell them anymore.