I have hot cider and the latest Robin McKinley, I have eaten an excellent and fattening meal, my agent just got off the phone with what will hopefully be some promising leads (she's talking to a lot of film people about various things, a notion which strikes me as simultaneously thrilling and patently absurd, but hey, you never know) the aforementioned book club thing, the Hama Sutra should have no trouble getting published, I have finished shipping out my pre-vacation prints, and I am at peace with the cosmos.
Also, "Chronicles of Riddick" is on. And c'mon, Vin Diesel makes EVERYTHING better.
Also, my feet smell like cucumber foot lotion. Which is actually a rather pleasant smell. And Ben is in Snugglemonster mode. It is a good day.