It sounds silly but today is personified by the feeling I got when I stared into my clean cup. No tea stains or strange rings or odd smells.
I made a cup of tea and made my bed. I have a stack of story books resting atop my physiology textbook. It’s a nice feeling (regardless of the fact that I need to read said physiology textbook).
I can’t help but feel so nerdy with the books and the tea and the fascination with everything. That’s nice, too.