Thou, Nature, art my goddess

All in all, this was not a bad day. I woke up on my own. The day was unhurried and pearly sunny. I got a decent amount of schoolwork done. And I got to read two acts of King Lear out loud with friends, and we all didn't hate each other- and it was a good time. And Kristen did the Fool awesomely. It wasn't the best day ever. It wasn't horrible.

As traumatic as everything can be, it is sometimes comforting to be reminded that the bare minimum of being alive is... a good thing.