good morning

Is there anything better than a before work intercontinental phone call from a dear friend?

I was half way out the door when the phone rang. It was D. It was great to hear his voice. I've been smiling ever since our very brief chat. And he's calling this weekend too. And he's sending me a package, as soon as he can find an Italian to walk him through the post office procedure. [It apparently took him over an hour to send a few post cards.]

And I have 2 flats of fresh raspberries and in my fridge.

And the house still smells like bread from last night's baking. I love that.

In conclusion, life is good.