Hey!

Today was a really good day, and I want to always remember it.
I woke up and wrote some Dr. Suess poems, and listened to public radio as the sunshine hit my white, hairy, single legs of glory, and futzed around and cleaned the bathroom, & built a fence of old plywood and yarn with my neighbor boys in the backyard, then walked to the little church in the woods, and was shadowed home by a singing sunset. It was a mellow day of contendedness and good rememberings. Now, I'm eating icecream and thinking back to the farm in France where Oliver squirted goat milk into his children's mouths as we all laughed together.

There are such a great many good things to live for, you know.