For the first time in a while, I'm happy about going to work tomorrow. No reason. I just enjoy the energy of having something to do.
Despite my intention to go nowhere, and do nothing (other than the horses) I had another busy weekend. I feel refreshed from time with friends. Bewildered by interaction with one of them, but still at peace with it.
I'm enjoying having places to go and things to do. Having a busy life suits me right now. So going to work is great way to keep up that momentum.