It's A Good Day

Played volleyball last night for the first time in years. I love that sport...I don't know why I ever quit.

Woke up this morning and the sun was shining and it's warm...20 degrees. I wasn't in a rush this morning either so I fed the cat and made coffee, took a shower, threw some laundry in the machine and made an egg sandwich. Then I ate my breakfast and perused some of the videos on youtube. Then I read a case or two for my class. Then I got dressed and ready to go. All before 9:30. I love that...I love to get stuff done in the morning but still be leisurely. I had an appointment at 10, so I went there, ran an errand at London Drugs, dropped off the car and caught the train to school and was there by 11. Again...fantastic...it's not even afternoon yet and already I have a full day's worth of activities under my belt. Went to the library, did some readings, and ran into a friend who tried to talk me into volunteering for Cuts for A Cure. The cancer fundraiser where people shave their heads. I looked at her like she was mad because I'm kind of vain about my hair. I spend a lot of money on it and the products I put in it. But she promised that I wouldn't have to cut it, I could just help out with the administrative/organizing/fundraising part of it. So I agreed, and now I have that on my plate too...such a sucker I am.
Anyways I had some class...had a meeting...sent some emails...did some paperwork at my job...had lunch with a friend outside in the sun.
Now I'm back in the library, reading and waiting for my rugby practice. Then it's off to the bar to watch the first NHL battle of Alberta. Always entertaining as my friends are pretty much evenly split Vancouver/Edmonton/Calgary fans. There's always vested interest and bragging rights at stake in any games involving those three. I'll get home around 11...probably slightly intoxicated...then I'll pack for Thanksgiving weekend, play with the cat a bit and curl up to sleep. I'm taking Charlie home for the weekend. She's coming as a carry-on. I'm slightly apprehensive about how she's going to handle it...we'll see.

But my point is that it's been, and will continue to be such a good day. So productive and yet so stress free. And things are just going my way too. I love it when things go my way.
I've been a pretty miserable person this past month...with school and sickness and stress and work and getting behind and all of that nonsense. I feel like maybe...just maybe I might have control of my life again. That's a good thing.