I’m sitting just inside the open door with a voluptuous breeze — working on a mosaic that I started ten years ago.

It’s like coming home.

Seriously.

And it’s raining. Better yet, it’s a long, long, long and glorious all-day rain. The windows are open, and I can hear the pitter-patter of multitudinous drops.

It’s hugely blissful.

The house is clean. Or clean-ish.

My husband is at the gym, my beautiful daughter is at home playing with her two children. My son and his beautiful wife and children are off skiing, and collectively, this means that I can do exactly whatever I want.

There’s food in the refrigerator.

Sure, there’s a downside that haunts me — isn’t there always? –but today I’m happy enough to focus on it less.

It’s a very, very good day.

Much love to all, and may your day be endlessly lovely.