I am grateful today that it is Friday and tomorrow is Saturday and I can spend lots of time cleaning.

I know that sounds awful, but cleaning is therapeutic and if anyone needs therapy right now, it’s me.

I am grateful that my husband puts up with my inability to stay on top of things.

I am grateful that our bedroom is on the second floor so I can get some steps in, INside instead of OUTside.

I am grateful that I can do a push-up and a plank.

I am grateful for hoodies and sweats and look so forward to those days again.

I am grateful for Sam’s “brush-it-off” personality this morning in the grocery store. A person he knows nonchalantly but accusingly questioned him about why he was wearing a mask. MY personality was a “why I oughta…” with gritted teeth. I am grateful God is patient with me.

I am grateful for Comet and Pine-Sol and good ‘ol Clorox – the smells of Saturdays back in the ’70’s. Thanks, Mother.

And I am grateful for Banana and Split, but not their claws. Or their hair all over. Especially not both of those things. Our furniture now looks like we have a herd of cats.

Tomorrow is therapy day.