Sunshine! And weeding! And laundry!
And yesterday I watched Paul pitch beautifully, and today James will be coming home after three days spent at the Model U.N. ("Mom, guess what? I represent Swaziland! We're a monarchy! Our king has 20 wives! Our principal export is AIDS!")
I'm still reading Nabokov's stories, which of course are lovely and strange. I mailed a fan letter to Anne Carson. The poodle is en route to her Day of Beauty. I get to eat dinner tonight with one of my best friends in the world.
Look at all the exclamation points in this post. I need a copyeditor.