What Happened?

I will be significantly surprised if i find anything to say in this evening post. I am so used to having people of the day or single moments of unfettered fun, but, when presented with a day that was fine throughout, without any embarrassing moments and only a bouquet of mustard plants left in my mailbox, i am oddly at a loss for words.
I can say today is the long awaited return of Daniel Bruzzese, easily the most liked person among the summer scholars. Dan is a fine balance of spontaneous outbursts and shame. leaving just far enough to leave everyone laughing but never offending. I would like to say that my good day is a result of my own doing and perhaps it is monday and i am forced, once again to adhere to my routines. It could also be that I woke early enough to have a bit of a read this morning, but i am a little suspicious that this excitement, which had been absent and at times absurd over the last few days, should return to normal the day of his return.

Side Note:
weather update: it is so muggy right now that my arm is slipping away from me as I type, because the sweat running down my arm is acting as a very effective arm to desk lubricant. no rain for days or even weeks really, save a single thunderstorm the friday before the friday before last. does that qualify as a drought?

Even knowing that i have had a good day, i am still having trouble believing it. I keep looking up to the top right-hand corner of my laptop and seeing that there is less and less time today and there is still so much that i would like to do. I suppose the best thing to do at times when your head is reeling with what i can only now call envy is to breathe and do what i have to do.

What do i have to do?

LIST:
Blog.....check
exercise.....check
relax.......
breathe......
find place to camp for a week.....(oh and that also means i need to find a tent because i am planning to go to a music festival and camp for a few days where i hope not to be trampled by a conga-line of drunken hippies)
read spanish.......
call family......

It all seems doable. (breathe.....check). and look at the bright side, I have a bag full of gigantic gooseberries and breakfast tomorrow (oats and raisons and peanut butter next to coffee and a book...uggghhhhhhhhh). I don't care what buddhists say, minding the future is often the only thing that holds me together and there is always a breakfast in my future