A Case of the Mondays

It's bad enough that it's Monday, which puts an end to the seemingly perfect weekend, but it's Monday AND pouring buckets which means I've spent the first two hours of this Monday sitting in wet pants with damp feet from my no-longer rain proof galoshes. This calls for recalling a few things that I am totally and utterly stoked about so much so to the point of losing sleep on an almost nightly basis and wanting to bottle this moment to drink again when I'm 60 and gray:

• Strawberries and homemade dark chocolate whipped cream
• Gifted Pineapple
• Tompkins Square Park on a July Tuesday night
• East river at sunset...pretending to see the sunset...
• Puzzle pieces
  
• Crying for once because I'm happy
• Aloe Vera
  
• Run Lola Run
  
• Soccer on the Hudson, my brother's bearded friends, a fan shirt (yes! I'm a fan)
  
• Running past the GW bridge, injury free
  
• Staying up waaay past my bedtime, getting three hours of sleep and not [at all] caring in the morning
• Herman Miller Chairs, danish design
  
• Coming up with new words for love
• Talking to the PIC and per usual laughing my face off
• Hoping for a red light
  
• Damien Rice. Rufus. Once. Once on repeat.