I don't know what love is but I think I had it.

Tuesday is one of those day that just kind of there, wedges in between Monday, the most dreadful day for a nine-to-five workers, and Wednesday, the hump – it's going to be down hill from this point – day.

Anyway, I woke up today, thinking...Man! It feels like Fiesta Tuesday!!

I think part of it was the weather. It's not the usual summer heat, the rain on Monday kind of threw my summer out of whack. I like it. Hmm...I wonder if I have any of those wonderful grapes Smurfy-noff drinky in the fridge. I'm feeling ZEN.

I love my bed in the morning. My bed at night is, like, the place where I put my head on the pillow and sleep. But in the morning, that moment in time between the first alarm and the next few snoozes is Heaven...so soft, so comfortable, so alluring. I don't want to go to bed at night and I don't want to be parted from it in the morning.

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I feel the air is shifting, something wicked this way comes. [And by wicked, I mean superlative. The good kind of Awesome!!-wickedness.]