7:45 am Thursday morning

Yesterday at 7:45 in the morning, I rolled over after a four-legged pouncer presented his routine and predictable demand for treats and "meat". Like a humble servant, I got up, kissed him and gave him his helping. Sleep is sacred and protected, where possible. Jack Sparrow helps me sleep and I deeply love him for his constant watch and care.

A few minutes after Jack Sparrow started eating, I realized that the imaging place already called me, but did not leave a message. Calmly, I called back. The phone was answered by the receptionist, but then transferred to the sweet lady who proceeded to tell me that "Everything was okay and that they would see me next year."

For the entire day, I did not have to think to smile-my happy expression formed involuntarily. When I get good news, I hold on to it for a long time. Good news is like making limeade, you squeeze the green lime until all of the pulp is dry, the good stuff is drinkable. The pucker expression is cute, delightful and memorable, especially when morphed out of the remnants of the lime rind and pulp.

Holding on to the good news, I looked for small subjects that when captured, evoke feelings of serendipitous joy. As I do several times a week, I walk for as many miles as possible. While I walk, I look at things and try to snap my camera to reflect something magical, or the way I want to see and remember it.

Last year, my New Year's resolution was to feel genuine happiness more often. Another resolution was to gain more friends like I had growing up and the type before I moved here. Moreover, I wanted to have the physical energy to hang out. Chronic illness is a cruel mistress. Oh my God. I am blessed. This week, I had a difficult time catching my breath from socializing. For 2019, my New Year's resolution is to continue to thrive. I am getting started early.