The sun is setting. The windows are open, there is a faint breeze, I can hear the faint buzz of weedeating somewhere down the street. An excellent mix of classic rock is playing quietly in the next room. It is 73 degrees in the house. I have a bag of freshly-popped kettle corn and a large glass of Big Red (and rum) next to me as I curl up on the couch with my new book.
Today, right now, is heaven.