Yesterday many things I had lost track of returned to me.
A colleague returned a book he'd borrowed so long ago that I couldn't remember who had borrowed it.
Multiple copies of a scholarly journal arrived in the mail containing an article I wrote so long ago that I'd given up hope that it would ever see print.
Course evaluations also arrived, including some highly gratifying evaluations from the course I so enjoyed teaching during J-term but haven't thought about since February.
And then I got home and found that the cat had hocked up a hairball on the leather sofa.
Okay, so life isn't perfect, but on days like these it comes very close.