Fat and happy

Once in awhile, you wake up on the right side of bed, and are completely happy with your life. I woke up on the punchy/feisty side of bed, which is always a good way to start. The best is when there is nothing in particular that makes the day this way; on days like this, I feel like I wake up and put on a different pair of glasses and just see my life a different way.

I had a wonderfully productive day, got things written, went out on a limb with my ideas and it went well. The days are longer, and Mel and I went for a 7:00 PM run in the redwoods behind campus; it reminded me of the after-dinner runs I'd take between trips at camp. Everything smells great, and the air has just a touch of cool weather but is still warm. Then I rode down the hill from campus, and remembered as I rode through the meadow and looked out on Monterey Bay, that someone pays me to work on a PhD in this place. It is also biking season so I get excited to ride everywhere, just because it smells good outside, and the night isn't so cold, so I enjoy the night time rides home when the stars are out. I finished off the day at Sora's house for a giant dumpling dinner. Nothing beats riding into the driveway of a friend's house, seeing a kitchen full of friendly faces and smelling Dai's fried Japanese dumplings wafting out of the windows. He is taking off this weekend for 3 months of field work, so the house was bustling, making dumplings and sushi with lots of eating and drinking and laughing. Home now, fat and happy and ready for sleep.