Well, I'm happy.
Finished this month's edition of the magazine (early). Got to the good old Women's Bookshop and finally picked up Jeanette Winterson's kids' book, Tanglewreck, and Sarah Waters' Night Watch, which I can claim is research since I'm now onto writing my second in the WW2/Blitz series.
I growled like a lion so loudly at little girl at the bus stop, I've nearly lost my voice. She laughed so much she fell over. I mustn't have looked very fearsome.
Then went to the library for college-related reasons and they actually had the books I needed (miracle #1) and even allowed me to borrow them (miracle #2) so to celebrate I also got out an old Leon Garfield collection and Sally Gardner's I Coriander, which I've been meaning to read for ages.
Now I have three weeks of blissful writing time stretching ahead of me. Three! (That's miracle #3.) I'm going to get stuck into my Spanish Inquisition project. Or possibly Vikings.
And in a few hours time I will have finished all my course work - for this week, anyway. I'll pretend to myself at least for a few days that there isn't another great brain-sucking time-consuming slab of work lying just ahead.
And there's a full moon. A harvest moon in winter. A Thomas Hardy moon. I saw it through a high window yesterday morning before I was properly awake. I saw it rise over the sea last night from the ferry.
O wondrous days.
I might just eat chocolate as well. Go crazy.