So one of the comments on my blog from earlier asked me to write about what I’m thankful for. I’m thankful for a lot of things. The thing is, sometimes when I feel like crap I just want to write about feeling like crap to get the thoughts out of my head. It doesn’t mean I lie around in my bed all day staring at the wall moaning and lamenting my crappy life. Nothing of the sort. Writing is how I work such things out and expel some of the negative energy. Right now, I don’t want to go through some laundry list of my thanks. I’m not all frou frou about that stuff and sitting and writing out a list on THIS blog would feel frou frou. So for now, I’m not going to do it. Suffice to say I am fully cognizant of the fact I’m not living in a concentration camp, I have plenty to eat, and I have a magnificent daughter who loves me. That isn’t so bad.