It's not often that I can sit back and feel that everything I have wanted to get accomplished - for right now anyway - is done. I feel exhausted but in a really good way; the kind you usually only get after a really satisfying meal with all of the right people. Even my dishes are done and my nails are filed. There is certainly a satisfaction in checking things off of a To-Do list, but on top of that, the feeling of success on other fronts as well.
On the other hand I'm entirely too superstitious for a
full moon on the same week as a
friday the thirteenth which oddly enough is welcomed
by a whole lot of fog