Just a moment ago I did a Reality Check.  Outside the windows the sky was blue.  Clear blue with puffy, floating, Simpson clouds.  Looking north I could see the roofs of The City, St. Ignatius Cathedral and USF up on the hill,  Mount Tamalpais over in Marin, and just the very top of the Golden Gate Bridge.  It was beautiful.

I am standing at the kitchen sink washing a big pot that had held the mushroom and barley soup from dinner two nights ago.  Other than that pot, almost ready to go into the drainboard to dry, the kitchen was clean and neat.  Even the counter.  Looking through into the open dining room I could see a clean and neat table ready for tonight’s meal… with a potted plant added for aesthetics.

I pictured the wreck the two rooms had been just an hour before and noted how much better they look now.  And how easy cleaning them had been.   Shelly was in the back room on the phone, and as of the moment, aside from the constant pain in the lower back that I have pretty much come to accept, I feel pretty good.  In fact,life in general is pretty good and as I went inside to my core and felt around I realized… I am happy. I, by the way, am 75 years old.

I headed back into the office to write more of the novel.  You’ll probably see some of it tomorrow.

peace……….ag