I am grateful for a productive day in the garagenous zone.
I am grateful for huevos rancheros that Julie made for supper.
I am grateful for date night, we saw a crappy and predictable but enjoyable formulaic movie I won’t name, then drove to the water and hung out in the car for a bit.
I am grateful that no-one ever gives me flak about these mundane gratitude posts. I know some of you must be thinking, “who cares?”. I probably would. T’any rate, if you are counted among them: I appreciate your patience, even more than the robot that last told you that while you were on hold.