A Very Equal Day

All days are equal, and some days are more equal than others, and, looking at the sky this morning, this day looks to be especially equal. Especially for January. Clear blue sky and sixty something degrees F. The icing on the cake being that, after rising for an old man chore at one-thirty then getting back in bed with a cup of coffee and a chapter of Karen Armstrong’s The Bible, my next waking was six o’clock for a second cup of coffee in bed, while looking across St. Andrew Bay at Shell Island, and wearing my Life Is Good hat as I read the PCNH comics. 

Further, the cherry on the icing being that there was a leftover piece of rare steak in the refrigerator for a breakfast of steak sandwich on that very thin 35-or-so calories per slice wheat bread that they sell at Bill’s for seventy-five cents a loaf when the Pepperidge Farm man brings it. And another second cup of black coffee from my magic machine.

The only way the morning could have been even more equal would have been a sandwich of half-dozen baked oysters on wheat toast.

Life Is Good. 

Life IS Good.

And everyday is a beautiful day.

Thanks be to God, and to

Linda for the children and grandchildren,

Alfred for the house, 

Arlene for the LIG hat, 

George Orwell for the thought, and

Bill for the gospel that Every Day is a Beautiful Day.

TW+