The drippy drip sounds outside my 2nd story window as a slow rain falls on our little town.

The drippy drip of a babbling brook. Babbling. That’s a goofy word.

The drippy drip sounds of a percolator or even a K-cup coffee maker, filling the air with that smell of morning wonderful.

The drippy drip of thick chocolate syrup poured over vanilla ice cream.

The drippy drip of little Natia drinking from her water bowl.

I am grateful for those kinds of drippy drips.

The drippy drip of an annoying kitchen sink.

The drippy drip of a UTI.

The drippy drip that is a pre-cursor to an upper floor water leak disaster waiting to happen.

Those drippy drips…not so much gratitude.

ALTHOUGH.

A dripping kitchen sink is an easy fix, and I am grateful to be capable of fixing.

A miserable time sitting on a toilet with a UTI can be less miserable with a gratitude journal, and #1 would be “I am grateful for UTI medication.”

Everyone should be grateful for a pre-cursor drip that is a wonderful warning sign and much, much better than no warning at all.

I have none of those drippy drips, and for that, I am very grateful.