Today was the day I was going to friend’s house to celebrate a belated Thanksgiving. Of course, I woke up feeling like a truck had run over me, and went back to sleep for several hours of blocking out the misery. Friend called, I had to decline going, got up, felt sorry for miserable self, ate oatmeal, vegged on sofa looking for something…anything, worth watching on tv. Got tired of self-pity, called friend to say hi to all, and what does she do but put me on the phone with my favorite person on the planet, Peter, her son-in-law. Lovely, lovely chat thank you very much, Peter. Body doesn’t feel any better, but psyche is psyched.
Bonus for today. It snowed! I love snow. I love, love, love snow. So it turned out to be a good day after all. They all do, one way or another. Life is good.