How many ways can a person describe happy?
I have time and energy to clean my apartment really good, and do laundry and to put it all away. I even spent time arranging all the coverlets so they are evenly hanging. (This is a comfort to an Asperger’s person).
I miss a bloom or a blossom, and I scoured the yard for something alive I could bring into the house. I found one fading rose (or gardenia) and some morning glories. In the other bud vase I put holly leaves and berries.
The day is warm and sunny, hitting 63 degrees even so early. I turned off the heat. I am having tea and listening to a sermon. I am awake and not tired at all.
This alertness translates to being able to read a hard book, such as several chapters of John MacArthur’s “Christ’s Prophetic Plans”. At night, I read Farley Mowat’s “The Siberians.” My eyes are not tired.
My laptop is fixed and so is the wireless.
I watched several episodes of Columbo. (His first name is Frank). I wrote a bunch of blogs on the other blog, and read the bible. It is quiet, and I cuddle with the cats.