As I am sitting and eating a quick meal alone.
As I prepare to go to a meeting after a long day.
As I read the paper at the table.
I remember that today is my third anniversary. I got baptised 3 years ago.
And suddenly I feel better. No crankiness. A bit of meloncholy that I spend the day pissy instead of hanging out at a pond (my pond, maybe) or walking in the woods, or sitting in silence, in a pew.
But, as it is, it is a beautiful day... very much like the day three years ago. And I am really grateful.