I had just a lovely day.
This morning was devoted to a work seminar I helped organize, and it turned out really well. Only one or two hiccups, and those hiccups didn't diminish anyone's training experience.
All afternoon I studied for Son of Series 7: Series 66. I have been trying for two weeks to pass just Chapter One and I have failed daily. I fear it might be the lack of junk food. Tomorrow I bring fetal carrots to work; that's the closest I get to sugar.
That was the only black mark on the day, however. Someone thanked me for something I'd done for them. I bought travel money belts on Amazon and was able to answer yes when Gary emailed me demanding to know if they were Rick Steves recommended moneybelts. I took 21 pushpins home from work. Marcia's boss asked if I was stealing them, and I answered, "Yes."
And finally, the best thing to happen today: It was 78 degrees when I went home, and even better in the shade. I went out the first time in months and weeded the garden where Mom and Dad's ashes are. An hour before sunset, the wind rustled the leaves in the trees and whispered, "Autumn."
Hello Autumn. I know you'll be elsewhere while I'm tromping through Forest Park at LouFest this weekend, but it was so nice to see you again, just for a moment.