It's the usual.

I've got nothing and everything to say, and wish I could be as elaborate as I am in my own head, but words fail me right now. There's just been so much take it that I haven't been able to digest anything yet. So it all fills my plate, so much that I don't think I'll have much appetite for more, but it all comes at me with a great irresistible force. I'm still learning to appreciate things for what they are and not for what they could be. And yet soon you have to let go of something, if only to let something else take its place.

Today was a good day.