I know a few of these people.

I am grateful that I am not one of them. As I have grown older, I have gained enough wisdom to know I am rarely right, and if I am, it is best to keep my mouth closed. Advice given is not always welcome when it is unsolicited.

I am grateful that I still have a little bit of patience when an irrightional person is projecting their irrightionality in a conversation, because my inside is screaming with everything that I have.

I am grateful to have the privilege of walking downstairs in the early morning, discovering Sam sitting quietly on the couch, listening to music and looking out the window.

I am grateful for new stamps for new cards and a red flag to put up when those cards are in the mail.

I am grateful for a big bag of Goober House peanuts from Carnegie, Oklahoma. The perfect work snack to keep my hands busy so I cannot type…

And I am grateful that it is Wednesday, the end of the day, and there are a few more hours of mild weather before the wind speaks and the cold blankets our small town USA.