When I awakened (awoke?) today I realized it was one of those days in which I had no obligations.  I had the entire day to study, exercise, and paint.  I always get a delicious feeling of expectation when I have a day like this.  (I really don't derived any pleasure from the expectation of exercising and do it as little as possible, but when I have all day it's not as annoying.)  I once had a friend who said if you could bottle anticipation you would have the best drug yet.  I tend to agree with this.  I guess the only problem is that it takes us out of the present (oh gee, an escape from reality--I bad)  There are some expectations, like this morning thinking about walking down the road to the mailbox to get the paper, that are mildly negative.  It's cold, wet and I haven't had my coffee, yet when I'm out there it's pretty cool.  I guess the real trap is when people put too much emphasis on the outcome.  So far I haven't been disappointed in my day as there's really not much riding on it.  I have studied a little, exercised a little and planted the peas in the garden.  Now it's time to paint; so far, so good.