Finding true north

The rain is falling outside and I am warm and comfy physically -- despite the stink from the who-knows-what of this apartment -- and emotionally. No feelings of anxiety or itching to do something. It's 23:17 and I'm sleepy -- a good-days-work kind of sleepy. I've checked the inventory and I think I'm in pretty good shape. I've checked my motives and found them to be of good faith. The condition of my condition: balanced and focused.

I may actually have found true north.