Counting my Blessings
The me-before-yesterday baked cinnamon rolls and this morning today-me warmed one up and enjoyed the delicous pastry with some delicious coffee.
And even though I have had too much pain the past year, I have also had too much joy: morning cuddles with the kitties and my partner, watching butterflies on early morning hikes, and taking all of the extra time given to me by Chaos to write more often.
Everyday I am thankful for the three companions—one human and two felines—I share my life with.
For all the pain this year and before I can only be thankful that it made me funnier.
Five is just a lovely number and I have an odd feeling of joy when it bleeds out from my pen. Write a five right now and maybe you will see what I mean.
Six years ago I went to the movies and held someone's hand and I haven't let go since, except to shit, shower, and shave, of course.
I have seven niblings and they are all pretty cute.
Yesterday I saw my mother-in-law for an early Mother's Day Celebration and we ate pizza and chicken wings and laughed together for the first time in a year.
Nine years ago I was alone and scared and high and this morning I am typing away on my Macbook with a cat quietly purring next to me. And now, when I am scared, I am not alone.
Sardines come in little tin cans so that you can stack them neatly on top of each other. They also have fun, little tops that roll back. Did I mention the flavors? They come in so many flavors and no matter what my partner says I love them all.