I'm not feeling so poopy anymore. I'm generally very mellow. I don't grow angry easily. I take bad news in stride. I try to focus on positive aspects of situations. So it really annoys me when I'm in a bad mood.

But when I got home Monday night, Greg greeted me with a hug and a fresh toothbrush. (Strange, but I love a brand new toothbrush, and he knows it.) Yesterday, my decadent pastry was yummy. Last night, I showed students Jupiter and Saturn through a telescope. I showed images of Mars and started discussing black holes today. Greg is watching TV with his eyes closed and his head on my lap.

Much better.