I have some vaguely accomplished feeling, but I couldn't tell you why. Like the anticipation of good news, or the scent of happiness on the wind. It's a strange feeling of contentment, of being loved, of having been somewhat at a loss but that no longer being the case.
Rather than overanalyze it until it goes away - what the hell, I'll just go with it (or try to) for as long as it stays.
Damn but the universe is a strange place; fortunately that's half the fun.