There's nothing quite like a bouquet of flowers you picked by the freeway after seeing an intresting movie or a beaded 1920s dress, and over this past weekend I got both. I also found a curling iron from 1917 ("Functional?!" You may ask. Who knows!), a series of 1940s National Geographics, and a patch for my letter sweater. And today started with eating pancakes and finding out that I didn't have to work today after all.
Not that I'm bragging. Just trying to remind my pessimistic self that summer is a beautiful time. Because it is.