In spite of everything I feel good this morning.
Good “in my water” as one of my early directors–Oliver Gordon Batcock at Salisbury Repertory Theatre, used to say.
And it’s worth saying because there are so many reasons to feel bad and uneasy and pessimistic and downhearted and disappointed and depressed.
When one feels an innate feeling of “alright” it’s worth noting that it is even possible, when–to misquote Rudyard Kipling–all around, the world is heading for the plughole.
Why some mornings this occurs is not immediately clear.
I got out of bed “the right side”?
My Mother would confront a moody Robin with the accusation of my having got out of bed the wrong side.
Puzzling this–and guaranteed to UP the grumpiness–because there was only one side to get out of my bed!
Could it be because what I ate yesterday agreed with me better than other days?
I can examine the news from around the world and try to extrapolate a positive vibe.
Surely not the case this morning….
Plenty of things to get unhappy about out there; why do they NOT inform the way I am feeling today?
Am I living in cloud cuckoo land?
No, but I am living in the heart of the French countryside and the weather is reasonable and I have a new recipe bubbling on the stove to be tasted and tested for lunch and I spy–not a cuckoo–but a robin on the bird table, looking proud and sweet.
Ben, our mercurial black cat has come downstairs for a quick bite before mercurially slipping out the back door.
Today’s “alternative facts” are not in yet.
If this is cloud cuckoo land, I’m tempted to stick around for a while.
Is there a chance I’ll feel the same tomorrow?