[Re]cycled Conversations and Glimpses of Spring

Today was a good day.

>>My alarm went off at 8 am. I half-consciously hit the snooze button over and over again until 9:30.

>>I showered. I blogged. I made a delicious sandwich.

>>I soaked in the sunshine and delightful weather on my walk to campus.

>>Class went by fairly quickly. Despite my love for this module (19th Century English Novel) and the teacher, I was having a difficult time staying awake, so the fast pace was a good thing.

>>Katie and I spontaneously decided to wander into Surbiton for some coffee and a chat.

To end my day, I should be finishing up a paper I have due tomorrow. But blogging just sounds like a better idea. So here I am. Talking to you, yet again...for the second time today. To quote a dear friend, "Procrastination is the devil."

I regret that I forgot to mention, in my previous post, another upcoming event to which I am looking forward in April. Sarah and I are going to see two Royal Opera Ballet performances: La Fille mal gardée and Cinderella. Pure bliss.

And now I will leave you with a passage that describes, to a blossomed extent, how I felt this morning upon waking and seeing the sun...

On that first morning when the sky was blue again, Mary wakened very early. The sun was pouring in slanting rays through the blinds and there was something so joyous in the sight of it that she jumped out of bed and ran to the window. She drew up the blinds and opened the window itself, and a great waft of fresh, scented air blew in upon her. The moor was blue and the whole world looked if something Magic had happened to it. There were tender little fluting sounds here and there and everywhere, as if scores of birds were beginning to tune up for a concert. Mary put her hand out of the window and held it in the sun. 'It's warm--warm!' she said.*

I actually said that this morning...although by "warm," I mean 50 degrees.

Love,
lvp

*extract from The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett