Tonight I close seven days of gratitude with a final note. Or maybe not. 

Because, y’know, I’ve decided I really like doing this. 
It helps keep things in perspective, which for some reason I seem to need even though all evidence points to me being pretty much buried in bounty. 

Still, I can really turn things dark when I’m in the mood.  
Which is, umm, a little bit more than occasionally.

So, even though tonight’s the end of my 1st Annual This Week I Am Grateful celebration, I’ve decided to close my posts with a little gratitude from now on. Even when my posts are kinda complainy. Actually, especially then. 

But in the meantime, I want to wrap up this week by saying that I’m grateful for:

cold days and hot soup

brisk runs and bubble baths

Julie Andrews in The Sound of Music

Julie Andrews in Mary Poppins

long weekends

sewing machines and beads and glue

old dogs and fat cats

lazy mornings and early nights.

Oh, also, my husband’s reading a book about the dust bowl and I’m really grateful I’m not living during the dust bowl. Let’s kick this climate change business so we don’t find ourselves in the midst of another. OK?

I am grateful…

(To be continued…)