Gorgeous...

Today is a beautiful day.

The sun is low in the sky, but shining bright. I'm looking out over a water view, thinking I am indeed a lucky girl. I even slept though the Man's snoring last night. Happy days.

Needless to say, I have a 'To Do' list as long as my arm but somehow...it doesn't matter. I'll get to it. Right now, as I can feel actual warmth on my face through the window, returning the wonky DIY cabinet that wouldn't DIY to B&Q doesn't seem important. Nor does the sorting of the menu for my daughter's twenty first at home next week, or working out where I'm going to put everyone. Writing a short story for Cally's competition, or the notation 'Manuscript?' - meaning how am I going to deliver it during a postal strike, can wait just a bit. This is a nice feeling, one I'm going to try and hang onto because I'm normally a bit of a worry wart.

Right now, I have a cup of tea in my hand and I've just received this note from the Universe

"Shall I remind you, dearest Fionnuala, that the reason you care so much, sometimes even worry so much, is because there still exists between you and life, a passionate love affair. And because of this, everything's going to be just fine.
xxoo, The Universe"

To my knowledge, all my loved ones are, safe and sound. I'm breathing in the day and yes, it's a beautiful one.