Have you ever seen a prettier day? Have you read this already, in email form?

I'm stuck at work, indoors on the best day in the history of days, but my current task involves editing my latest country book, which is pretty fun. And I'm listening to one of the cds Leslie made for me, and trying to figure out what the song names are, since she never provides that info (Kali and I should gang up on her) (currently: Stellastarr, “My Coco”). Day: not so bad! New purse (new to me. $3.50 at thrift store; it’s really fab, like a saddlebag), LOVELY weather, and when spring gets to this point, I just spend my days being so happy I almost cry. And I had “Trader Giotto’s Eggplant Parmesan” for lunch. Tasty! I need to be out, and gone. Go travel somewhere, or explore something, or have one of my biannual hike-until-I-find-the-source-of-the-river treks. Joy, energy coursing through veins; yes, it’s a great day! And we get 59 mins thanks to the nice weather! Could I be any happier? Not much, I tell ya. If I were wearing something less workish and twirling around on a mesa, then maybe.

PS Pamela has roses, which I’ve been snuffling, and there’s currently a meeting about the Timbuktu documentary going on, with "Hollywood types" (Pamela, email, 6 Apr 05), which I should be in, and I’m sure it’s interesting, but the thoughts of being cooped up in an upstairs room make me sick, so I’m not. I’m watching people play tennis and eat snacks off of this table outside that I’ve been thinking of mooching food from all afternoon. If I had a tennis costume with me, there’d be no question.