Often enough, the best part of the day is right now, first thing in the morning– when I’m writing in here, sitting with my cold brew at the ready, and it’s still dark and quiet.

It’s hardly ever that we have a packed calendar, but there are stretches when we have places to go, people to see, and I really like when all that is behind us– unless it’s a vacation and we’re going on a road trip somewhere, or folks are coming here.

It’s enjoyable when we go out to eat. It’s a good feeling when the bills are paid and we still have money in the checking account.

I find myself to be selective when it comes to the people I really like being around. Mostly I prefer peace and quiet and an unstructured day. So, I guess I’m most happy when the schedule is open, and we don’t have to be anywhere, and financial obligations have been kept at bay for another month.

Quick answer– when I’ve had a decent night’s sleep, the alarm goes off, and I’m ready to get up and start my day with some cold brew and time to write.

Longer answer– when my wife and I share a laugh, which is more rare than it once was; connecting with the grandkids; when the words come and I write something that turns out the way I was hoping; the anticipation of a visit to or from someone; the joy of sitting at the keyboard and stumbling onto a chord progression that reminds me of a song; a well-struck drive off the tee; a well-composed picture; and news that the world may not be teetering as close to the edge as is often reported.