Gratitude

   

 I am grateful for breaky at the airport this morning. More to the point, I am grateful we had our cuss together to get there with time enough to do so.

I am grateful for an easy flight. I was next to Farley, who was starting to, but didn’t quite lose it at the gate. I was bracing myself for a rough go of it, but on the plane he fell asleep shortly after takeoff, and woke up shortly before landing. Perfect!

I am grateful to be here at my brother’s house, formerly my grandmother’s house. There are a lot of memories here, and new ones are being made as I write this. A thrilling game of fish is concluding by my boys and their cousins in the next room. It’s way past bedtime, and they are starting to settle down.

I’m grateful it’s starting to get quiet. I am bushed.

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