the fifth day

The four previous posts this week appeared in and fell out of my Sunday morning Morning Pages. I added a little mark of “Yes” as each arrived — Thanks for reading; I like this guitar; Thanks for buying my book; Anything is possible.

Lately I have noticed that I go out of my way to say thank you, and to hold open doors, and to cheerlead when opportunities arise. This makes me happy. Which is good. The fires in Los Angeles have touched me with the deepest sorrow.