Today was a bountiful day. After stepping out of bed on to my glasses (and breaking them) everything else from then on was up (!) Reading inspiring writing that inspired my own writing. Hiking in the hills among the kookaburras, an echidna and kangaroo with hairy nuts who stared at me while he pooped. Picking blackberries as I went. The sunshine was jam and my skin bread. Coming down into town and seeing shows and being in shows and sometimes not knowing the difference: wearing a mask and guarding the stage; taking tea and correcting God's pronoun; feeling tense about men and relieved to laugh; and dancing generously to the 80s with a generous soul. Then coming home to a bowl of midnight porridge. Tomorrow can wait, just for minute, while I savour today.