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October 14, 2006

Today is Sunday. I just crawled out of bed. It is unreasonable to expect great thoughts at this time.

OK, I'm 76, and while I feel OK and enjoy my life, 76 sounds awfully old. Perhaps related to that sobering fact is that I notice that I'm saying "Thank you God" now and then.

I never used to say that. I remember the time when, drunk, I sat on my bed and cried out, "God, if you're there, make that picture move!" But that picture on the wall didn't even quiver.

H'm, that says that my days are getting better.