Browsing Facebook this morning I read a friend's post describing a series of delightful interactions that had lit up their day. Nothing earth-shattering, just random, ordinary things on a regular day. It made me smile and I instantly thought, "Well, this is the opposite of an Alexander day!"

Judith Viorst's book Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day came out when I was in high school, so it's not one of my own childhood favorites. Still, I must have read it to my younger sibs enough to be able to visualize the illustrations and to sympathize with Alexander all these decades later. (I do not care for lima beans one bit.)

Like Alexander, it's not always the big things that throw me into a funk, it's the little stuff, the ordinary, the everyday. Like the printer that printed in the morning but won't print later that afternoon and the app that decided I needed to log in again right before checking in for an appt and no, won't fill from my password app, and yes, needs a verification code sent to your email. No, not that one. Not that one either. Some days are just no good days. Even when you're not 7. Even in Altadena.

So, today I enjoyed exchanging cheery greetings with the young man at the checkout at Trader Joe’s, relished an email from a friend from high school about our next BIG reunion, planted six iris I got for Christmas and worked all day by candlelight alone. Some days are not-bad-at-all days
 
Grace and peace,

Anita Sorenson
Pastor for Spiritual Formation