Dear Gratitude Journal :

All the rain is starting to get to me; I feel a bit like a rotting cactus. The rainy season is coming to an end, though, and I’m grateful for how beautifully green and flowered the hillsides are. Poppies, clover, Bluebonnets, Columbine. It’s like the Earth is reminding us that we are all capable of rebirth and renewal. It’s never too late. I’m grateful for technology. Maybe it’s ruining our world, but none of us would give it up. And, I’m grateful for fried chicken – the greatest of all the chickens.

The end.

Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful for a day of rain where I didn’t once worry about roof leaks or garage flooding. A solid roof, warm fire, and the defeat of fascism has me feeling quite content. I’m grateful that after more than a month of repairs and upgrades, my house is slowly returning to a functional state. And, I’m grateful for take out. I’m actually grateful for that a lot.

The end.