I am grateful for a friend who offered to drive Farley to camp this morning; his kid is going to the same venue.

I am grateful for kids who are eager to kayak.

I am grateful for time spent in the studio.

I am grateful for Julie, who re-arranged her afternoon plans to accommodate my scheduling mixup with the dentist.

I am grateful for dinner with an old friend before going to a play.

And I am grateful as all heck for the play. It had that magic, the kind that not all theatre productions do. It was called Old Stock: an Immigrant Love Story, and if you ever get the chance to see it, you should!

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