Friday morning, I’m glad to see it. I’ve had a particularly intense week and a good one. Everywhere I went, I saw and felt the good deeds of the Army Of Good. Clothes arriving at RISSE, boxes of Christmas Joy arriving at the Mansion along with a horse carriage next week, letters heading for Kelly Nolan, winter boots heading for the soccer team and the RISSE children.

It felt good to be alive. It felt meaningful to be alive, I am happily wallowing in my own kind of Christmas. This weekend, quiet..we hope to see a movie, The Florida Project, I will review. My writing class is cancelled, as I am taking some Mansion residents to the Hubbard Hall Arts Center Christmas Breakfast.

Sunday, I’ve been invited along with Maria to have some pizza with the RISSE soccer team, I think we will accept that invitation. Their favorite pizza place is just outside of Albany. I love these days, and helping them out is one of the great joys of my life. Thanks for your help. I think I’ll have a quiet hour this afternoon holed up in front of the wood stove listening to Gillian Welch and Patti Smith and reading a book by Jackson Katz (no relation) on how to be a better man.

A good and timely idea. Now, heading out to pick up some lunch for me and Maria. Here on the farm, I am the Hunter-Gatherer, foraging for good while the artist makes magic in her studio. I better get going, she gets awful testy when she’s hungry.