Good things today:
A whole day at home.
The tidiness of my threshold after sweeping up the pine needles.
The cheeriness of the pansies and petunias.
The incense of simmering homemade mushroom-barley-chicken soup.
The sense of provision, with containers of it stored in fridge and freezer.
Knowing I’ll get to eat it when I’m able to chew again.
The mockingbird who keeps visiting the balcony railing.
Opening a new journal, with that act’s perennial thrills.
Remembering the day I bought it, on a perfect afternoon with my daughter.