Despite being friendless, something strange has happened the past few days. It started out with cleaning the garage, which makes no sense to me. Maybe it was the feeling of relief you get after months of procrastination, but that should have worn off by now. The past few days I’ve been overwhelmed with this feeling of peace and gratitude. I don’t expect it to last, but I’m enjoying it. I’m not taking any drugs and I haven’t had any blows to the head. I don’t know what’s up. Have you ever had a really good mood for four days and started to wonder what’s going on? I read an article on my last trip about a study on happiness. The article listed ten steps to happiness, which sounds formulaic, and it is. But some of them actually make sense. One of them, “Count your blessings – at least five – at the end of each day,” has really stuck with me. There hasn’t been a day when I haven’t been able to come up with five in a matter of seconds. I just have this realization of how incredibly blessed I am, and it feels good to be grateful. It’s not such a bad way to live.