In A Man Without A Country, Kurt Vonnegut wrote of his Uncle Alex, who frequently remarked, "if this isn't nice, I don't know what is". Vonnegut encouraged us to make this same observation ourselves, as often as possible.
So, at the prospect of waking up a little later each morning, tending my garden, walking my dogs, reading those books I can never quite get to, and even *gulp* trying to write a little bit myself, I say, "if this isn't nice, I don't know what is".
And I most sincerely hope it will be nice. Stay tuned.