Of all the days I’ve ever lived in all my life, this was one of them. I think that sums it up rather well. It wasn’t the worst and it wasn’t the best.
I have a dog snoring rather loudly close to where I’m sitting as I type all this. That more than makes up for any difficulties I encountered today (which were few and none too serious).
I know I say it all the time, but I’m saying it again: being alive is the gift. Waking up is grace. Everything else is gravy. Everything else is the icing on top.
Being thankful in all things is a discipline that requires effort (more on some days than on others ). Seeing each day as a gift and looking for the gifts in each day doesn’t come naturally. It takes time and patience and endurance.
Plus, tomorrow’s Friday. That’s always a good thing.