Happy enough

My brain is doing what it always does. Thinking and thinking. All the ideas and thoughts are whizzing round and round, together with the last of the hangover. I've got the washing machine on, and think it won't be long until I can face the world. I feel really cheerful.
I'm looking forward to playing at the pub tomorrow. One customer told me the other day that he is bringing his parents and some friends from the village where they live. I feel like playing tonight, so I probably will.