I rarely have a complete day; one in which… at the end, I feel complete. of course there is more I’d like to accomplish, a lot more I’d like to learn, and some imaginings I’d like to experience… if today is my last day, it ended well.

Why is today so complete?

The only thing I can think of is that it was a day full of service. I spent the day helping people—not planned; spur of the moment calls. And I was successful. I helped the ones who called me.

It’s 10:42PM on the west coast of Northern California… I’m ready for bed; expended.

I’m grateful for all who called me; all I was in contact with… the successful efforts… It’s a good day to die.