Divisions and Precisions

Grateful

I have a new coat and new boots that fit and are warm. I have three bras that fit. Hallelujah, I have bras that fit. And are not being held together by safety pins. It takes a woman of a certain level of endowment to truly understand the pain and suffering caused by watching the one good bra you have slowly disintegrate, knowing you'll never find the same style in your size again.

I have the day's work clearly laid out in front of me. I know what I'm working on next. And I'm ready to actually work on it. I might take the afternoon off and go to a movie. Or I might not.

I have cocoa and Gershwin.

All is as right as can be in my world this morning.