Morning arrived right on time and woke Mr. Bladder, who in turn woke me to greet the new day. That is not my preferred method of greeting the day, but no one consulted with me. Pity. I think I could do mornings in a more civilized way.
40’s and gray this morning as Snook and her retinue of canines happily go out for their morning game of tennis ball. It is a good time to filch a couple of cookies along with a fresh cup, and skulk back to the studio without an audience.
On the news today: The Democratic Party Inquisition, where both factions are claiming victory. I can’t form an opinion based upon the soundbites, and I refuse to listen to the whole proceeding. This horror too shall pass. I hope.
But as a man of faith I note that happiness does not flow from government. While I much prefer to live with liberty, joy can be found in the most miserable of circumstances if one has faith, and joy can flee in the gentlest of circumstances if one doesn’t have faith. At the peak of my prosperity, I wanted to die. Here in the autumn of days, I find joy and peace.
I really didn’t do much with my life, I muse. My failures greatly outnumbered my successes, and I disappointed many. But the divine imperative ever pushes me on to my destiny to join the rest of humanity in sleep, then truth. Will I know? Possibly.
So I sip my coffee, munch on a sugar cookie, and ponder.