Grateful

 It's after two in the morning and I'm not to bed yet.  I had a late nap and it has kept me up.  Which is okay I guess. No one who needs me to watch over them in the morning.  And to be honest, I like this time of day.  

No stupid phone calls, just me and my thoughts.  If I thought I wouldn't wake Bill up, I would do something around the house.  But sitting here in the dark, listening to Alex Archibald singing in my ear, writing on this blog....Life seems kind of peaceful right now.

I think I need that right now, just some peace.  So I am really going to stop reading the news.  I'm going to keep this feeling as long as I can.

I'm still missing my kids, and as November looms towards me I begin missing my Grandmother more and more.  This was her time of year, gearing up for Thanksgiving.  I feel kind of bad I don't have some sour dough working up in the kitchen.  LOL

I really don't, but if she can read this from the next life, let her think I liked sour dough. :) 

Saturday night we had my friend Vicki and her son Daniel over for cards, a nice time.  Since this pandemic started I forget how much fun it is to hang out with a couple of friends and do nothing but enjoy each other's company.  A small and silly thing, but it kind is why life is worth living, right?

I feel like I complain a lot in this blog.  But I am a lucky woman, and I need to keep remembering that.  

I'm in pretty good shape for a fat woman.  

I have a sexy husband who makes me laugh.  

Even though I can't see my kids right now, they are safe, and that means the world to me.  

I have a few good friends that are there for me, and I am for them.

I know I'm a lucky woman, life is so much better for me in my 50's than it was in my 20's, and I need to keep remembering that.

So as sucky this year is, I just know it has to get better.  It just has too.