A Good Day

I finally got up early enough to go play basketball at the church at 5:30 this morning. I got a good workout and proved to myself that whatever basketball skills I ever had are gone now. I ended by receiving a massive body check from a 260-pound big man. I also finished reviewing the last talk from April conference and completed my table of the ages and birth dates of all the patriarchs from Adam to Joseph. I learned that Methuselah, the oldest of the patriarchs, died in the year of the flood. That was a surprise.

In the evening I got to sit on the front porch and watch the honey bees savoring my clover while Emma and Savannah and the boys played. It was very comforting to think that we may have fewer wasps in the yard because of our clover attracting bees instead. Now I’m writing in my journal. It’s those little nourishing things that make a day really good.