Great day in the morning

This has been such a beautiful day.  My heart is full.  It keeps leaking out my eyes.  When I try to write about what I feel . . .  maybe later.  I keep thinking that the most wonderful thing about this moment in history is how normal it is. 

I’m going to walk Miss Sadie and the Cowboy, and let Miss Puss out, and feed them all – and go to the Township Board meeting in my very small community and marvel at how we manage to govern ourselves one way and another.  Then I’ll go home and write it up for the paper. 

And then maybe I’ll have another nice little cry.  I’m beginning to believe in our future again, and our ability to be our best selves. 

Yes.  We can.