I am currently wearing my husband's sweatshirt, jeans, woolen socks with snowflakes on them, and a headband with a pair of wild antennae attached to it. My 3-year-old insisted that I put it on. I am a queen, and it is my crown.

I spent the whole morning reading a book that my neighbor loaned me because it is due back at the library as of yesterday and I really needed to finish it so as not to rack up her library fines. My own library fines are bad enough.

Right now you can't walk within three feet of my table without getting granola-bar and pumpkin-bread crumbs all over the soles of your feet; remnants of the girls' morning snack.

I have story assignments that I haven't even started working on yet, so I'll probably spend naptime today learning all about either: A) Health care reform; or B) how to build your own rain barrel and/or compost bin.

The never-ending mountain of laundry engulfs my laundry room. I'll probably spend the whole night doing laundry tonight.

When I was still all wet and yucky after my rainy morning run today, my husband put his arms around me and told me that he loved me.

Life. Life is good.

Tomorrow I might be impatient or angry or bored.

But today, I am content.