As I type this, car doors slam across the street as my neighbor leaves for the hospital, where her husband remains 10 days after surgery to remove a Stage IV brain tumor.
I’m pretty damn lucky right now.
I should be happy I have a little cold to remind me of my blessed health; an aching back to remind me I’m young and can be physically fit should I choose to be (and i should! oh i should!); the ability to maintain my house even when it means spending a day painting the walls of my dining room/ study; the means to buy different litter and systems to work with my cats who seem to prefer my hardwood flooring (blargh!); the personal interests to occupy my time and my imagination when my daughter is not at home with me.
Life is good, and if I cannot see that it is solely due to the blinders I choose to wear.