Today is the first day of the rest of your life.

Or at least the first day of the new job with the new hours.

It's 9 am and I'm sitting here in pajamas, about to make bread, about to watch Oprah, printing out my short story for revisions before sending it out to my group, and the sun is shining and I get to see it all day. All is right with the world.

Well, except for that dream this morning where I was making out with the guy who played the dad in ALF.