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There is much for which to be thankful this day, despite (or maybe because of) the misery that surrounds us.
Speaking only for myself, I am grateful for at least these things today:
I awoke this morning. Always glad to open my eyes and see light streaming through my windows.
I rolled out of bed without incurring the wrath of the Spasm Monster. My knees didn't buckle beneath me and I could walk without bracing myself against the wall.
My daughter and grandson are alive and well, and headed out to spend the holiday with her father and his family. I'm going to their apartment later to cat-sit and make rice pudding.
I hear voices of children playing in the alley next to my house. These are not children from the neighborhood, but likely visiting relatives nearby for Thanksgiving. They're tossing around a beat-up old football and yelling with such joy and enthusiasm, it is impossible not to giggle along with them.
Several homes' chimneys are expelling clouds of smoke in columns straight up to the sky. The scent of burning wood wafts in on the drafts around the doors, cheering me immeasurably. I love the odors of fall and early winter, especially wood smoke.
There is food in the house (not the usual feast larder, but plenty, nonetheless), heating oil in the tank, enough money in the bank to pay bills, warm clothing, running fresh water, and a secure roof over my head. I still have a job.
My health...well, it certainly could be better, but it could be (and has been at other times) worse.
The main thing for which I am thankful this day is that I woke up. It's all gravy from that point on, no matter what comes. I am alive up to the moment life leaves me, and it would be disgraceful of me to feel anything else but gratitude.
(I'll try very hard to remember what I just wrote should things take a turn for the worse.)
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