One Good Day

After several days of cold, rain, hormones, taxes, and general unpleasantness (despite great company), today didn't have to be particularly great to be a big improvement.  And yet, today has been fantastic by any standards.  The quick and dirty version of my day:


--Woke up at noon- initially disturbed because I meant to wake up at 10.  Guess I needed it?  Practiced tap- did my 2 steps I know at 192bpm.  Big improvement.  
--Ate leftover Pad Thai.  Small but delicious.  Ran from the front of the apartment to the back, outside, back in, to the front, about 10 times with the dogs, since I didn't have time to walk them properly before leaving, and they had serious itches in their canine britches.
--Took a bus downtown.  Delighted in the sunshine and 65F weather.  Walked to Jerry's studio.
--Practiced tango with Jerry for 1.5hr.  Talked some shop.  Felt awesome, and challenged.
--Took  a walk until I was tired, then hopped the 32 back home.  Again, delighted in the weather.
--Ate my favorite leftovers meal: lime tortilla chips, slightly broken, topped with fresh spinach, then fake-meat and black beans, peach-mango salsa, grated cheddar, and ranch.  All heated except the ranch.  Served with a cold glass of mango nectar.  I could eat it every day, I think.


And now, here I am.  Just did a few puzzles in an abandonded Southwest Air magazine, writing a blog for no one's pleasure but my own, waiting for Carsie to come home so I can do my laundry (I'm not buying more detergent!), then going to either tango or lindy tonight.  My life is so great.  This is why I wouldn't trade all my "I can't, I'm too poor" moments- because on days like this, I'm filthy rich.


Rolling in happiness,
-m.