Woke up to the first snowfall of the season this morning, and it’s still coming down. Lots of small, busy, swirling flakes. Cha Cha-kitty is sitting at the back door as I write this, looking out and thinking, well, who knows what? Sadie and Bernice have both curled up on their beds for a little kitchen-snooze. (The kitchen is Sadie’s favorite place, since there’s always a chance of falling food.)
This is a perfect writing day. It’s cozy, and I love cozy.
So that’s one thing I can put in my gratitude journal–one of about a million.
Be happy. It’s a choice, you know.