City 3, early March 07. For the first time since I've moved to this town, I got recognized by someone driving by. Hoot, hoot, hoot. Waving and smiling back. It's Sunday and the sun has indeed been out all day.

In a word, as my Life was a Life of Sorrow, one way, so it was a Life of Mercy, another; and I wanted nothing to make it a Life of Comfort, but to be able to make my Sence of God's Goodness to me, and Care over me in this Condition, be my daily consolation; and after I did make a just Improvement of these things, I went away and was no more sad.
(D. Defoe)