Peace is elusive these days. Just when I think everything is copacetic and I can finally coast, along comes a monkey wrench. I take nothing for granted now. I breathe and stay in the moment, appreciating what is. Mornings are the best. I love how the early sun hits and lights up everything, creating Monet paintings of my very ordinary home and household objects. And I feel peace easing into my body.

It is Saturday. I have no place to go and nothing to do. I can stay in my pjs the live long day and languish as I used to long ago. I can still remember how. Tomorrow is another day.