FOLLOW UP ON GUILT

CAN’T GET OFF THIS SUBJECT

Just a little earlier this afternoon I wrote a bit about guilt. Sitting here in my little home fronting on Aransas Bay, in Rockport, Texas, looking out across the calm, sunny bay, eating a boiled egg, listening to music (Michael Buble’ just sang “Feeling Good”, and I am).

Then suddenly, out of somewhere, I feel a flyby of guilt. Why? What in God’s name is my excuse this time?Because when I’m feeling good I want to share it. I can’t really do that, so, guess what. I feel guilty about feeling good.