I am busted. (As in "flat in Baton Rouge"!)  The past three days have not been characterized by "doing good".  And I can tell.  I have felt like (staying away from venacular) do-do.  You know, I'm really beginning to think that this "doing good" is also about "feeling good".  In the whole three days I can count only one good thing.  I went to hear my nephew, who is about to head off to college, sing at open mike at a local coffee house.  I don't have that much contact with him - he's sort of estranged from the rest of the family (long story) and I thought I'd show him some support.  In freezing weather.  Late week night.  Get the picture. 

But I remember being 19 (really, I do) and having a grown-up provide some unconditional, love would have been great.  So, there it is.  One good thing over three days.  I have to re-focus.  I have lost my conscious effort.  I will, I will, I will do better!