You’ve probably heard it from me. More than once. Loudly.
I’ve been too busy to write.
There are too many tomatoes and not enough rain.
The reading glasses I got just this spring aren’t strong enough anymore
and people stop by without calling first.
I have been an idiot.
I woke up this morning.
In a bed.
That I could get out of.
On my own.
My husband was snoring beside me.
The cats were stretched out in the middle half of the bed.
and the dog, who is 13, was thumping her tail good morning.
I am very lucky.
Gratitude. That’s what’s been missing.