I am grateful for the egg pasteurization process. I looked it up on the google. It’s not hard. Now I feel okay about making eggnog, or putting eggs in smoothies, etc, which sounds weird, but is good, nutritious, and easy.
I am grateful for time spent in the studio.
I am grateful for Big Wheel Burger, and takeout with Julie at our own quiet kitchen table.
I am grateful for an epic pillow and tickle fight with my sons. In the end I surrendered, but honestly, it was a war of attrition at that point.
I am grateful for Hill House. I love how unapologetically weird the horror genre can get when telling a story, and how willing I am to suspend disbelief and cliche tolerance to see just what they’ll come up with.