I am grateful for my mother in law, she is a star. She and the boys cleaned up the backyard today before she left; she’s always said she figures St. Peter’s first question at the pearly gates is “how many projects did you get done?”. If she’s right, she’ll do fine. Truth is she’d do fine even if she wasn’t.
I am grateful for time spent chit chatting with Cooper this afternoon, and for time spent reading chapters of a Geronimo Stilton book to Farley.
I am grateful for some success in the art business.
I am grateful for Julie, who is keeping this whole ship afloat right now.
I am grateful for pain meds, although I have a feeling they are making this blog post a bit weird as it filters through them on the way out of my fingertips and onto my phone screen.