I was having a bad day yesterday. . . I really didn’t think I could turn it around.
Just as I was surrendering to the whole day being a wash, my older neighbor appeared at my door with a box of chocolates. She didn’t say anything, just handed them to me. Then, I checked the mail and I had a postcard from my brother. He had sent one from Powell’s books in Portland. I really enjoyed visiting him in Portland almost 10 years ago and being reminded of that memory.