It might be the fact that there are 25 days until NZ (and only 7 working days in there!) Maybe it's because I had the tunes cranked and finished work at a decent time considering the mail load today was heavy. Or the fresh-out-of-the-oven cookies I just made and ate. It might be the promise of homemade guacamole with dinner tonight. I have a feeling it's a combination of all these things and more - today I kept getting hit by waves of happiness and excitement. Literally, waves of them, from top to toe. Sometimes toe to top. Even yesterday, which by all accounts could have been just terrible, I didn't mind that 3/4 of the way through my route I could feel the rainwater squishing in my boots. I didn't mind that I had the silly idea that it wasn't a gaiter day as I felt my pants soak up more and more rain, wet climbing up my shins. I just kept walking with the knowledge that I wouldn't be stuck out there forever. As far as weather goes, this job has really ...