Does anyone else get a bit nervous if a day goes TOO well? It’s almost like it’s too good to be true or it can’t last or it will all end tomorrow or soon.
Today was a very good day. Got a lot caught up at work, saw a friend and we almost managed to swim a 500 in under 10 minutes.
I managed to sew the buttons back on both my favorite pairs of jeans. That’s two more pairs of pants I don’t have to buy now.
Got a good grade on my english paper, Did a solid B on my math homework, and managed to make a decent soup and not burn anything. I even used the phone again and made a call out. It worked out well. I managed to get three more boxes of odds and ends out of the house and donate them. (kitchen stuff we will never need.)
I am very seriously contemplating burning my kidnapping training journals this weekend. They are closer to the door then they used to be.
As I sit here in this slightly cleaner apartment with a little more space and enjoy a bowl of soup while my sis does her homework, I’m feeling that all is well.
But then, is it too well?
Does anyone else get like this?