Have high highs and low lows and realize that often it’s precisely when things don’t go the way we think they should, or aren’t how we think they’re supposed to be, that opportunities for true gratitude present themselves.
See Wayne “The Train” Hancock at the Continental Club.
Drink too much, evidently, which makes me extra super-grateful, while we’re on the subject, that today is leaf-blower day, or if-you’re-happy-and-you-know-it-brandish-your-power-tool day, or what have you, at ye olde Biosphere from Hell.
Oh yes, and ratchet up our NaNoWriMo word count to 24,144, which is insufficient, but better.
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