An early Friday afternoon

Hmm... where shall I begin?

It's a Friday afternoon and I'm back in my own lovely room, sitting in front of an open window enjoying the moody grey London skies - an experience Much better savoured indoors than out.

My heart is light because I've been let out at 2.30pm on a Friday, and the luxury of having an early long weekend (Monday is a Bank Holiday) thrills me. The possibilities are endless: I could lie around in bed, or lie around more in bed, or lie all day in bed! Haha.

The truth is, I probably will have to study. But for now, I feel like a little kid again. I am full of glee every time I have a short day, like the time I only had a one-hour day, but got paid as usual. My intense joy at every bit of leisure time (especially paid leisure time) is due to the fact that I know it will all come to a too-soon, cruel, abrupt end shortly. So now I want to breathe in the fresh air of a newly-washed London and just rejoice in the fact that I'm alive, and yes, that life is, when I remember to think about it, good.