Today was a day of ‘Meh.’ And I knew that days like this would come: where it is difficult, if not impossible, to eke out a nugget of “YES!” in an avalanche of, at best, mediocre.

But here I sit, on a pile of:

– Monday.

– periodontal woe: that #2 distal is going to plague me forever, or until we just decide to bag it and pull it.

– it’s freaking cold here in the desert. I actually slipped on ice this morning, getting into my car at 9 a.m. THAT’S NINE IN THE MORNING, PEOPLE. I could have broken a hip.

– an old friend let me know she is very ill. I’m worried, of course; what scares me is that she, who has always been so matter-of-fact and upbeat, is clearly rattled. This news has moved her off her axis, a feat I didn’t think was possible.

So I have been looking all day for The Best Thing, and having trouble finding it. It wasn’t until just this moment that I realized that The Best Thing about today is that I didn’t let any of the lousy-to-horrible events pull me away into The Riptide of Suck.

I just kept looking for The Best Thing.

Which is in itself, A Best Thing. And will have to do.

© E. Stocking Evans 2013