…. and the first thing that I heard,

Was a song outside my window,

And the traffic wrote the words.

– Joni Mitchell

Or rather, the garbage truck wrote the words and it was a made scramble for the recycling, tossing this into that and those into these and pelting out to the curb in a flurry of bags.

Which completely belies the picture you see above, really. This morning’s light isn’t particularly beautiful, but yesterday’s was and I’m still basking in the glory of my yesterday.

Incredibly GREAT workout when I expected a possibly crappy out (possibly literally – I’m coming off a stomach bug), figured out the filter for the camera, saw a bunch of neat things about which I’ll post later, overcame a snag on a project and got half-way through Mount Laundry.

A good day. Hoping the momentum of happiness carries into today.