Lately, I have had waaay too many days when I felt like this. Oddly, being that it was a Monday and I'm sure by now everyone knows I feel about Mondays, yesterday turned out decent. Better than decent.
Wrote about a character with anger issues and how he dealt with betrayal.
Started the new index cards for Brooklyn's revision. Half way done.
Loads and loads of laundry cleaned, folded and put away. (How did all these clothes pile up anyway? Are the kids hoarding dirty underwear under their beds or something?)
At sunset, the kids and I sat around in the backyard, enjoying the sweet smell of freshly mowed grass and talking about everything. And to end the night, we watched the newest Doctor Who.
Does it get anymore perfect?