I don't know what it is, but I'm feeling happy again. Maybe it's having a fantasy crush. Maybe it's the meditation. Maybe it's three nights of going out. Maybe it's the liberation of working toward a talk show. Whatever it is, I feel great.

After buying some produce at Chico #4, I came home and started dinner. When I went into the kitchen, I got hungry. When I went into my room, I felt cozy. When I walked down the hallway, I felt grateful. It feels pheromonal, like something in the air is elating me. For the first time since December, I feel like I've got my land legs back.