Optimism was never my strong point but here goes...

A few signs that I have finally beat the flu:


I'm on top of my game at work. I came in thirty minutes late. I have since proceeded to ice my white mocha (neglecting the espresso machine for the past week meant this morning I had to clean, put fresh water, grind beans.. no excuse but it did contribute to the tardiness), respond to emails, read an article on how to deal with co-workers who may be from the WWII or Baby Boomer Generation (to which I reply, mandatory retirement is the answer) and blog. Another day of doing jack shit? I'll drink to that!

The rice craving is back and I'm giving in. I indulged and made a pot of creamy, spicy, salty, sweet Portuguese chicken curry to go with freshly steamed rice. This, coupled with a serving of Law & Order: SVU? It was all I could do not to moan from pleasure. (and Rice Power didn't fail me at my late evening, womens' practice last night. Then again, it never does.)

It's a fabulous hair day. Rockin' the mild beehive ponytail with a demure little headband. Straight out of a friggin' wedding hair catalog, much? I know it's trivial. But somedays, there isn't a whole hell of a lot to get excited about around here... except perhaps how to do your hair and what color lipstick to wear.

Going costume hunting with gusto. The Tsu-man and I are going as Lois & Peter Griffin to the Creech annual on Saturday. I'll be running around town tonight trying to find an orange wig, a Stewie doll, red hair spray, green pants and round, black frames.


That said, although October almost always marks the beginning of long, cold winter nights for me, I am feeling really good about this year. There will actually be a truth to my answers everytime I reply to the requisite inquiring niceties with, "I'm great! Just keeping busy, the usual stuff." Now if I can just manage to escape somewhere south of the equator sometime in the next few months, I'll even accept being called spoiled.