God, I love endorphins so much. I was exactly half way through a 7 mile run on the most gorgeous morning in months and the bubblegum pop anthem I'm a Believer came on the iPod (yeah, not even The Monkees, but SmashMouth) and I was so filled with supreme happiness that I sang along for the whole song. Passing people walking their dogs and little children in strollers.
I'm an idiot, but idiots are generally happy. So what the hey.
Last night I was stretching on the floor and the part of my spine the acupuncturist had worked on gave a nice loud pop and I'm all but cured. There's some muscle soreness in the back and hamstring, but the screaming pain when I sit is GONE, baby, and that's something to sing about.
We watched Close Enounters of the Third Kind on the wall outside (I was the only one who had ever seen it - wow), and other than not being able to get any sound except the laptop's, it was just the coolest thing EVER. I think we have some new summer fun planned.