I had the day off today. I was going to go make an appointment to get a tattoo, but the weather was great and I was alone, so I decided to ride the train downtown and sit and look at the harbor for a while. I gave the ocean a present, or offered something to someone, or tried to make a symbolic gesture letting the Universe know I acknowledged that certain things are out of my hands. Anyone watching just thought I was littering.
I wrote a poem about the Atlantic, then I came home and realized I'd misplaced my car. When I found it (it had strayed behind me at work yesterday) I went alone to Stone Soup and read, and I think I did a pretty good job.
Not bad today. Not bad at all.