It rained all night. I could hear it from the open window in my bedroom, and I fell asleep lulled by the rhythm of the drops. Though the rain has stopped, the sky is gray and the day is getting darker. My outside lights, timed for dusk, have been on all morning. The return of the rain is close.

I have a poor sense of time now, and I suspect I might be bragging. The days all run together. I go to bed when I’m tired and get up when I am so inclined. My clock radio broke a long time ago, and I didn’t replace it. I saw no need. On my little calendar I write notes to remind me of appointments or obligations. Most days the calendar is blank. Today is one of those days.

I have a list of favorite sorts of things. I’m not talking the big favorites like Christmas or my birthday but rather the simple ordinary day favorites. Lying on the couch on a snowy winter’s day with an afghan keeping me warm is one. Napping in the lull of an late afternoon is another. A book I can’t put down until it’s finished is high on the list as is a night sky bright with stars. I love the smell of burning wood. Chocolate, I can’t forget chocolate. It’s long been a favorite, black jelly beans and really hard Peeps too. I love cheeseburgers from the grill and watching baseball games. I wear my slippers all winter, and I love the way they keep my feet warm. Sweatshirts with pouches are my favorites. I don’t care so much about the hoods. B movies and black and white science fiction while away a rainy afternoon. Add popcorn to make it near perfect.

I’m living a rich life.