Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’ve had a bad cold for the past few weeks, and even though I’m grateful it’s not Covid, I’ve forgotten how miserable a cold can be. I’m grateful I’m almost over it. I’m grateful for the surprise thunderstorm. It washed away a difficult week, and it was so warm that I could rinse my hair (and myself) in it. The world is refreshed. Much needed. And, I’m grateful for alcohol, and even more grateful for bartenders.

The end.