All is right with the world.

Kids up, me moving about the house getting out xmas decorations to put up today with the Nurse.  Another birthday dinner for Dad, and the sun shines in such a way as to reassure, lovingly shove me forward.

Seeing the humor in things, much including myself.

How I react, what others say about me, and the universal lack of control one has over what occurs around them.  But your thoughts, that you can control.

Yesterday’s prompt in the EVERYDAY reset this writer.  Happiness in SELF, no contingencies or anything depended upon.

Writing because I have to this morning.  This newest of new days… thank the STORY for it all, for the conversation.  Remembering Sedaris’ words about nothing happening and having a lot or plenty to say about it.

Nothing fancy or adventurous about the Now, here in the Nook, but calm.

Collecting SELF.  Knowing the day is giving.

I am keeping and protecting this mood and emotional board.  Grateful.

Three bananas on the counter, still not touched. Maybe I should have one.  Sounds good, and like something I should just have.

Do I hear church bells?  Maybe that one on the corner, or by it on Windsor River.  Church, not sure what that sounds odd and off for someone like me.

Moving books to the upstairs office, the Archive.  Kerouac and Sedaris, then a collection of shorter writings I used at Solano.  Death Of A Moth is in there, and that Catfish piece by Kingston.  And others.  Where I was brought into the world of extended definitions….

HAPPINESS… the one I’ve been writing and building and today get a boost that I am having trouble keeping up with.  Can’t type fast enough.

Nurse here in about 20 mins…. Grateful.