Hello. I write to you from the semi-reclined position as Alice stumbles around the living room watching television. We are both sick for the second time in less than a month. I know I sound bitter. I kind of am bitter.
Except, when I think about all that I have to be grateful for this year - and especially at this time of year - I can't be that bitter. I mean, sure, we don't live in a huge rambling house or have every physical creature comfort we'd like to have (I'm looking at YOU, sciatica)---- but I think it's all in how we see things. And when I try to see things as they really are, with the plenty we enjoy and full bellies and a happy Alice and a healthy Polly and I get to have Chip home every night with me, I can't be bitter. Just grateful.
But I am still sick.
Let's see what tomorrow holds.