A good sleep is rejuvenating. Bukowski's title in my head this morning: 'All the days run away like wild horses...'

Reading Tony Hendra's book, "Father Joe." Funny, touching, full of wisdom. Tony is a 'satirist' who wants to change the world with laughter. Father Joe is his anchor, his touchstone.

Father Joe, a Benedictine monk who embodies: detachment, grace, unselfishness. "There are two types of people in the world, those who divide people into two types... and those who don't." So much trouble in the world...throw my lot in with those 'who don't.'

I'm in my 'monk' phase. Finished Merton's inspiring "Seven Storey Mountain," last week. To be alive to the spirit transforms everything.

This is the good work, just like slogging through the day to day. Work done with joy, dedication, is a form of prayer...yes, a secret, simple, truth.