I awoke again at lunchtime. I was actually whistling joyfully as I pulled on my socks and pulled up my shorts. Today was "thanks for not being homeless" day. My usually negative demeanor must be combated with positive affirmations for the day. And I am wonderfully blessed. I am not sleeping in a tent like a was a few years ago in the woods -- homeless.
Joyce left another note on my door this morning. I hesitantly opened it to read. "Help me! I am not feeling well! I need you today!" Joyce wrote on the crumpled piece of paper thrust into the corner of my closed door. "Bring Maggie!" she also wrote after signing her name. I smiled after reading that about Maggie. What is it about pets that can soothe and comfort the troubled soul? Now I have to wrangle Maggie into her leash and take her to Joyce's house. It time to spread a little neighborly cheer.