My back hurts from reclining in this bed all day with a laptop on my leg desk. I have stared at the black blank tv screen trying to think of something worthwhile for which to be grateful today.
Inspiration has flown the coop.
So, I am going to sit here and count each and every mundane.
I am grateful that on this muggy 80 degree day when the window is open and I am not supposed to be up, the ceiling fan is providing a breeze.
I am grateful for an abundance of pillows.
I am grateful that I live in the 21st century when remotes are standard and I do not have to get out of bed to go to the tv and turn it on or off.
I am grateful that the ice packs don’t leak.
I am grateful for work and for the ability to work from my leg desk.
I am grateful for the smell of grass just cut and the noise of the mowing crew to break the quiet of the afternoon.
I am grateful for a quick thunderstorm and the sound of the wind and the downpour and the thunder.
I am grateful for bills to remind me that I am an adult now.
I am grateful for washed hair.
I am grateful for peppermint hand soap.
And I am grateful for blue jays, wrens, gold finches, and nests around the patio.