Heard the beginning of that Beatles song in the car on the way back from the physical improvement place this morning. I would admit the physical improvement place was a health club if I didn’t want to jinx myself, or seem too cheesy or something. So I won’t.

Anyway, when the first tinkly sounds of that song entered my earholes, I started bawling like a baby (exaggeration alert). Something about it. Solstice is near, that’s true, and the sun is beginning its return, but that’s not it. Just the whole thing about everything being so goldurn perfect all the time. Here comes the sun. Doo de doo doo.

Not sure why I have this bizarre feeling of inner peace and fulfillment these days. Maybe I’m getting a cold. Or maybe all my screwups are starting to pay off again. Who knows?

One thing I have learned is that happiness is never permanent, or never has been up ‘til now. No sense getting overly peaceful and joyous, I guess.

That’s perfect too.

Your temporarily peaceful,

LWIII