For some reason, I’ve been noticing the color white this morning. The screen on my computer as I type is white, and there’s a thin white strip along the edges of the keyboard. The lampshade on my desk is white, as is the February page of the calendar on the wall. The pages of my small notebook beside me are white, and there’s a stack of white paper in the printer. The walls of the room I’m sitting in are white, and through the white Venetian blinds I can see parts of a white house across the street shining in the morning sunlight.

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I think it’s astonishing that I will be awake for thousands of brand new moments today, and that thousands of new thoughts will come to me, and that I will have thousands of new experiences, and that thousands of people in my little town will be awake for thousands of brand new moments today, and have thousands of new thoughts come to them, and have thousands of new experiences, and that millions and billions of people on our new little planet will be awake for thousands of brand new moments today, and have thousands of new thoughts come to them, and have thousands of new experiences.

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Although it’s 10˚F outside today, it’s 98.6 inside me, so I’m utterly warm and comfortable.