Day

"Have a great day,"  said the cashier offering a receipt.

Said the receptionist after the last question.

Said the neighbor over the fence.

Said the robot -- whenever and whatever for whomever. 

"You too."  What does your good day look like, I wonder.  Does it look like a 5 star rating?  An acclamation or promotion at work?  A hug from your teenager?  A tasty, quiet, paid-for meal?

Does a great day mean that you feel energetic?   That your problem is resolved?   That you were invited to the group?

Does a great day mean spirits are high?  Tasks are accomplished?   A  plan is on the calendar?

What does my good day look like, I wonder.  What day do those kind folks, with the standard good-by, want me to have?

They don't know it, but they want me to enjoy the blue-sky backdrop to my front-yard trees, my lovely, very simple home with its 2-picture walls, my lap-seeker cuddly dog, a call from our son, dark roast, ice cold, Psalm 3, a 4-miler, and restful, blissful sleep.

A great great day!