Today ushers in a startlingly fantastic mood. These are the various factors that contribute:
1) The perfectly sky-blue sky and the tiny perfect white clouds and the glorious, warm, vibrant direct sunlight.
2) The standard 9-to-5er joy at Fridays.
3) I look damn good today. I experimented with a new way of doing my hair last night and I find that I rather like it.
4) I'm rocking the "casual Friday" dress code. Granted, it's still khakis and a black button-up, but it's a vaguely-subtly-only-in-direct-sunlight sparkly black button-up, the sleeves are rolled just once, giving an impression of French cuffs, and it is not tucked in, lending me an air of insouciance. Plus, I am wearing topsiders with no socks. Watch me dig the no socks.
5) I am hungry and for some reason genuinely excited about the imminent prospect of lunch.
6) I have not decided what I want to do tonight, but everything I think of sounds so fascinating, I am certain that tonight will be a night for the recordbooks.
7) The work I am doing at present is so mindless and repetitive (attaching .pdf files to two years worth of client portfolio files, if you are curious) that I can actually pay attention to my music and not find it distracting. As a result, were one to observe my office, one might see, over the tops of the cubicles, a stylishly-coiffed bleach-blond head getting several kinds of jiggy while surrounded by a sea of corporate stolidity.