Bliss

You know what bliss is?

It's waking up after getting enough sleep and lolling in bed for an extra 45 minutes reading Calvin and Hobbes.

It's then getting up and "going to the gym" by walking down two floors to the basement, where an elliptical and a 57-inch TV await.

It's eating breakfast with friends and then going with them to clean their old apartment, on the way to which you happen upon a great sidewalk sale from the running store on the ground floor of their building and from which you pick up a jogbra for 50% off.

It's eating leftovers at your new, temporary residence with your landlord friends, who urge you to eat anything in the house, please.

It's taking a shower in your landlord friends' marble-finished bathrooms.

It's straightening out all the boxes and paper and crap that have been scattered all over the bedroom since moving last weekend.

Bliss even includes unpacking the two 14-pound boxes of Barbri books, putting the empty boxes away, and stacking up the 9 volumes on your desk, and you know why? Because bliss is tidiness, organization, and not feeling hopelessly defeated by the mess and chaos from physically uprooting yourself in the midst of stupidly busy end-of-school-and-into-lawyerland times.