The sun was nice today. I slept on a bench in Riley Park. I drank coffee on the patio of the Second Cup by my house and watched countless people almost get mowed over by vehicles at the pedestrian stop. The lady sitting beside me commented on the noisy motorbikes and said that they should be shot dead, I commented that she has a harsh view of retributive justice.

I met Ron on the street selling his conspiracy newspaper, he wasn't so jipper. I told him I would pray for him and he didn't want me to. I found two teenagers about 25 feet up in a tree and they yelled down at me and asked me to throw a snowball at them. My logic told me not to.

I walked in my neighborhood, the opposite side of the c-train tracks that I usually do, and discovered there is a Heartland cafe a two minute walk from my place!

Usually I write when I'm anxious because if I'm feeling good the last thing I want to do is be sitting at my computer, but it's after midnight and don't think I have the will to sleep quite yet.

I'm reading Watership Down (a classic kids book) and this just resonated with me today:

But now, in the evening sunshine on the friendly, empty down, with a good burrow at his back and the grass turning to pellets in his belly, Hazel knew that he was lonely for a doe.

Loneliness is always most evident at the end of the day.