I am grateful for time spent painting today, this time at the kitchen table.
I am grateful for my plein air easel, which has been a godsend this past while.
I am grateful for time spent with my whole dang family, chilling out in our bedroom. Coop read a book, snuggled up with Farley between Julie and I while I also read a book.
I am grateful for the wherewithal to make dinner tonight.
I am grateful for the wherewithal to do dishes afterward, although I felt like I’d run a marathon after that. At least, I presume that’s what running a marathon might feel like.
I am grateful for Julie, who is doing all the things. She is awesome like when you find a pair of shoes that fit, look slick, and are on sale.