It happens every spring. A day when I feel nothing but joy and elation. When even new that could be considered bad, are good. When I sing as I walk.
Today is that day. I caught up with all the gossip at uni (G. and N. apparently never really were, one of the tutors is pregnant, or we think so, etc.), even the professor's criticism of the field trip wasn't bad, and, for the first time in months, I'm online without feeling the least bit guilty, because I've done everything I was supposed to do. It's true, I need more than one thing to keep me busy, and I manage my time better.
Oh, and sunny weather helps, too.