Ah yes, moving again. I have been beautifully happy, and my writing gets worse when I’m happy. But I’ll find my way eventually.

I haven’t had many words lately to say or write. I’ve used them all up thinking. Right now I am overthinking the word ‘good.’

Lots of things can be good. People are good, but sometimes they aren’t. It’s a good year, or it’s not. That’s a good picture of you, never a good picture of me. You were good to me when I wasn’t good to you. Broccoli is good for you. You are a good writer. A good student. A good friend. Goodness. I think goodful should be a word, full of good. You are so goodful. I had such a good time. I’m doing good (well). Why does ‘bye’ get a ‘good’ in front of it but ‘hello’ doesn’t. Goodhello, everyone. Or what if you sad badbye instead of goodbye?

I’ve thought about it for too long so now it doesn’t sound like a word any more. It’s just a noise I can make with my mouth.

But I will make that noise again for you. You all are the goodest. And here are good pictures of just a few of you goodful humans, but there are so many more of you whom I wish heaps of goodness upon. I hate to say badbye, but you have made everything so much gooder.