The nice things

Today I cycled to work with my boyfriend and it was lovely. It was a crisp fall morning and the bike trail was not too crowded, and we just relaxed and rode and enjoyed each other's company.

I also had a great day yesterday, not in the fact that I realized that a dream was over, but that I actually came to a strong and forceful conclusion that a dream is, indeed, over. I am looking for a new one.

My son is potty training and he's doing a really good job. Every time he pees in the potty, he pulls up his pants and immediately hugs me because accomplishments deserve hugs and praise. He also wakes up in the morning and yells, "Good morning, Mommy," and then promptly lies back down and cuddles his stuffed dog until he summons the strength to carry around his enormous head all day.

I wrote my first real e-mail in Hebrew today. "I forgot that I am going to Las Vegas on Sunday until Thursday morning. Can we get together on Thursday morning at 11?"

But really the best of this week so far is that I have no desire to figure out what happens next. I'm taking a week off from, "I've finished this, now what? Okay, now that I've finished that, what do I need to do next? Where's my list? Why is my list 2000 items long? Must cross things off!"

It's an amazing feeling.

Sure, I'll get tired of it by the time the end of the week rolls around because it's not in my nature to do nothing for long. But for now...