Tonight as I relax in my little house, and curl up in my comfy bed, I’m profoundly grateful that Bill Cosby is an orange jump suit, sleeping in a bunk bend in some shitty jail cell. Justice delayed is still justice. I’m grateful that I have two fridges because shopping at Trader Joe’s when you’re hungry results in purchases of apps, pizza and all kinds of cauliflower-based foodstuffs. Finally, I’m grateful for that things we call chemistry. When you have it, you know it.