It's dark and we're wearing sunglasses...

So I was out on the balcony again. I'm not used to the whole "apartment thing," so I was feeling couped up and needing space. And today was PERFECT. So it was windy, yadda yadda yadda. I went out there and called Allison (the best friend) and talked for almost an hour. Then I read Mansfield Park (woot for J.A.) for a couple more hours. Did the elliptical for the usual 20 min/day, while watching High Fidelity. Ate dinner. Watched mom do Tracy's hair. Said bye to mom. Went back out on balcony in the middle of the night. It was PERFECT.

The moon was perfect, the breeze was perfect... granted the view is of other apartment buildings... but aside from that it was the most content I've felt in ages. AGES, mind you.

I know it's not quite the same as running (or the elliptical, which is better than running, or TENNIS, which is the absolute greatest sport of all-time... ok, that MAY be debatable with baseball, but only if the Sox are playing) but regardless, I was actually OUTSIDE... WITH A BOOK... ALONE. I can't remember the last time that's happened. It was really nice.

I guess that's all I can really think of to say today. Just overall very content with life right now. Happy may be too strong of a word-- happy would be me outside on a balcony in OXFORD-- but content is good for now. And that's all I'm asking for right now.

So good night for now.