happy june the first

It’s warm. It’s sunny. “Sunshine almost always makes me happy.” (John Denver)

I’ll work at it.

Remember Friar Lawrence instructing Romeo with reasons for him to be happy:

Thy Juliet is alive,

For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead.

There art thou happy. Tybalt would kill thee,

But thou slewst Tybalt. There art thou happy.

The law that threatened death becomes thy friend

And turns it to exile. There art thou happy.

A pack of blessings light upon thy back….

My instructions today are to make a list of things for which I am grateful, and there should be happy.

Aim for ten?

I’ll work at it.

how can it be?

I never had an argument about it but it has finally occurred to me that I don’t approve of May thirty-first. It should have been the thirtieth and no more. But I don’t know where you’d put it—the thirty-first, I mean.

Just saying.

Anyway, it’s a lovely warm day here and it’s the end of the month and I am gradually getting better. Behaved, disciplined, rested.

I’m coming back.

But not today.