Things have been going so well with my meditations recently that something of a sense of contentment and satisfaction has occasionally intruded to the extent that I began to feel a lot more relaxed about life in general.

          I'm going to suffer and die and I won't ever be able to reach what is possible, but I have come far enough to be in the area of "unlikely". All I can do is meditate as much as I can without constantly aggravating myself to be something I'm not going to be, not in this lifetime. I want to be more  content and happier and this seemed to be the way things have been going, due to movement in the meditations over the last week or so. Hard to say how pleased this made me.

         I finished the plotline stuff for the novel and now all I have to do is write it. I have about a hundred and twenty pages at the moment and will need at least double that.

        It's not half eleven in the morning yet, and it is very nice looking outside, but I will write till lunchtime. That's much keener than usual, but now I know enough about what I'm doing not to waste too much time writing stuff I'll just have to edit out later.

       Everything is going very well right now. One of the photies is of a big hoose somewhere to the south. We tend to go somewhere every Saturday. New Hailes House? The bag of onions is this year's crop.