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.