Woke up with near-perfect hair. (Scratch that... after brushing, it appears to be wild, uncontrollable and in need of a trim. I'll use it as Lenten penance today.)
Found a beloved sweater behind my dressing mirror.
Going to spend time with my brother.
Finished a presentation for the Big Interview.
Wrote some satisfactory communications.
Remembered with delight that I'd cleaned and loaded the French press and kettle last night before bed (in a fit of preemptive pique at no immediate morning coffee.)
Surveyed my knitting projects and saw that it is good.
Woke up with no headache for the first time in a month.
