It’s important on days when the world is fighting a pandemic or if your mood is not quite right to remember the bright spots.

• The sun was bright. The air warm. My house windows open.
• My daughter and I had a picnic on my bed at lunch.
• My boss likes one of the projects I submitted today, which almost made it a good day.
• Fog the kitten curled up in a tight little ball and slept in my lap. She looked like such a dainty baby.
• My daughter— how I wish these days at home with her never had to end— cleaned the kitchen and made dinner AND shared a piece of her peanut butter Reese’s Easter Rabbit.
• We watched another episode of the Waltons, a throw back to my daughter’s childhood and my own. We both envy the Norman Rockwell rural Americana depicted there. When she was a baby, I used to watch the Waltons while she nursed (with the sound on mute so she wouldn’t hear it and I put the subtitles on). As a preschooler, we would often watch an episode to settle down before bed. And the episode where Elizabeth broke her leg spurred a decade of my daughter having a fascination with broken legs. And a brief desire to be a surgeon. Her reaction to the show now is priceless— I never really thought about the fact that the Baldwin Sisters were alcoholics. That was one of her first observations.
• Tomorrow the teenager plans to make banana bread.
• My daughter had planned a cookie and coffee break for me today, but my work day (even a home) that my 9-plus hour stint at the computer didn’t allow it. So I hope we can try again tomorrow.
• For those interested in the things the cat stowed in the couch series, I haven’t found much lately.