Down. I only saw one duckling with the mama duck yesterday, when on Sunday there were eight. Seagulls are infanticides.
Up. The owner of the local coffee shop brought me a chai latte without even having to order.
Down. The conference in July, the deadline which I thought was in June, closes registration on Friday. I will have to pay a late fee.*
Up. I booked tickets to see Henry IV, Parts 1 and 2 at the Globe. Planning to have tea at the Rose beforehand.
Down. Not knowing where the next 3,000 words for this chapter are going to come from.
Up. Having good news about desks in the near future. I’m moving up in the world, or down, as the case may be.
And so on and so forth.
* Up. I love living in a country small enough that first class means next day. But also Down, because I used all of next year’s research allowance on this silly conference.