It rarely happens in college that anyone achieves the perfect balance of calm and productivity, but somehow yesterday it happened to me.
In the morning I got up and strolled over to the Witherspoon Bread Company, where I get my weekly pain au chocolat and San Pellegrino Aranciata. I ate that sitting outside in one of my two favorite places to sit on campus (super-secret, to avoid overcrowding). Then I went inside, because there was a bit of a nip in the air, and breezed through half of my reading for the week. Yes. The week. The difference between taking three classes and four classes is so much more significant than the difference between taking four and five classes. Trust me on this. The weekend is now manageable.
After that, I went back to the dorm room, pumped up my bicycle tires, packed a sack, and biked down to the tow path where I read for about two hours on my favorite bench overlooking Lake Carnegie. It was perfect sweater weather: not a cloud in the sky and a high of seventy. Around four forty I started the trek back, returning in time to clean the bathroom (every weekend someone takes a turn) and take a shower before CC made us all dinner and we ate together in the suddenly classy living/dining room.
I had some time to kill so I worked on my thesis reading a bit before heading out with Roommate J at 11:30 to watch the weekly free screening at The Garden. This week was Toy Story 3. I laughed, I cried, I developed an unhealthy attachment to an animated 17 year-old.
It was a good day.