I am grateful for both.

Kittens, because they crack me up – one minute they are stalking the birds and the squirrels on a screen, and the next, they are taking afternoon naps to the sounds of the birds and the squirrels.

Prostates, because Sam’s is behaving. Four weeks ago, his PSA was 128 and acting like Stage 4 cancer.

This afternoon, we learned that his PSA is 1.7.

That is not a typo. THAT, my friends, is a miracle.

It’s a great evening to celebrate with some gratitude.