It's a good day.
So far, anyway. Class turned out to be decent, although it's building off Systems Analysis - a class I took last semester and had nightmares about. (Yes, I have a Saturday class - I'm going after a master's degree in MIS, and it's only scheduled on Saturdays this semester.) I got home and had a good lunch, and I did some other things. It's snowing. I'm warm. I've got a purple upper left arm from where I managed to string-slap myself *above* the arm guard during archery practice. I've got a lovely copy of Volume 1 (of 4) of Journey to the West, translated by Anthony Yu. I'm a happy camper.