There is nothing going on.
There is nothing coming up.
There is nothing for which I must prepare.
There is nothing to count down to, nothing to agonize over, and nothing to keep me awake in bed wringing my sheets with my worried little fingers.
There is nothing to do right now, there will likely be something to do later but I don't know what or when that will be, and because there is nothing to do right now I feel pretty good.
