Morning Good

It's barely six on a Sunday morning and I'm up.  Odd.  But I feel pretty darned good.  You?  I hope so.  It's indescribable how wonderful it is to wake up feeling good.  Not well because that would be proper English, but good because it sounds rebellious.  

Earlier this week, I had opened the cupboard to have a full bottle of sesame seed oil tip over and plunge to its death.  It landed with a heavy splat six inches in front of me whilst covering everything between the stove and the fridge.  The last time I had dropped anything, it was an opened bottle of red wine which exploded EVERYWHERE.  Like, every inch of the kitchen.  At least oil moves slower than wine, right?  I had to run, so I contained the spill the best I could and ran out.  By the time I came back later that night, the smell had taken over the entire apartment.  The next morning, as I stepped out of the shower, I realized that even my bath towel had absorbed the smell.  In the bathroom!  Talk about potent.  But now that I've run the dishwasher, everything is finally de-sesame-oiled and life may resume to normal.

Happy Sunday, y'all.  Make it a good one.