I am trying to remember to enjoy this time: A time without work or school obligations. A time to talk about war zones and the marketplace in two languages while having a pint in the middle of the afternoon. A time when my thoughts drift to love and to travel. When my body works with little effort or complaint, and pretty much as it was meant to (although I don't think it was meant to deal with cigarettes). I have enough money and free time to buy a bottle of wine and read a book on the sofa all night if I want to. I love and feel loved. I am pointing out these things because I've noticed that I only remember good times in retrospect. Like before pain or sickness and sadness. And not that I am anticipating any tzorres. I just want to take a moment to acknowledge that this is a good time of ideas, new words, love, and travel. Everything is so luxurious, it makes my head spin sometimes.