And I didn't even expect to get one.

That old hat cleaned up real nice.  A Quaker of the old variety would observe admiringly, "It looks real plain."  Another thing to be grateful for this great day, plus another addition to the mess of hats that cause me a lot of trepidation when I go outdoors.  Hmmm this one, or that one?

Sometimes I pick the wrong one but don't realize it until I'm out in the truck.  End up having to unlock the adobe and come back in to switch. 

But the Tilley's are still the best for just plain old backpacking and he-mansyness out in the manly world where manly men do manly things.

Anyway, just got back from playing another few hours of blackjack.  Ain't entirely certain I won't pick out just  the right headgear and head on back down there after the cats get their outdoorsiness taken care of for a while.

Might not even buy lottery tickets for tonight, though I'm torn.  When you feel as exhuberant as I'm feeling it mightn't be a bad idea just to polish things off with a QP.

Hope all of you are having a grand old time.  Hope you're all just forgiving the bejesus out of all those folks you tend to be impatient with.  Hope you all are spreading a lot of love and kindness and mercy to those around you.

In a sense that's what tomorrow's supposed to be the anniversary of the beginning of.

It ain't ever too late to begin.

Jack