Time to work on gratitude.
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- Grateful that I made it to and survived yoga class.
- Grateful that Uber got me to yoga on time with no hassle.
- Grateful for the 52 Art bus that took me to the dentist
- Grateful the dentist and hygienist couldn’t find anything that needed fixing.
- Grateful for the Metro buses that delivered me home.
- I can’t remember the new route numbers, so I’m really grateful I got on the right ones.
- Grateful I can walk up to my apartment when 3 out of 4 elevators are on strike.
I consider this stage of my life a bonus round. I no longer contribute to society. If the grid fails tomorrow, I’ll not be one of the survivors. I am grateful for today.
Small pleasures – sitting on a bench, eating a banana on a chilly early autumn afternoon. That’s a block from the building Carlton and I lived in for 5 years. It’s right by my dentist. And the building in the photo is an old folks’ home that I would be living in, except it’s a condo. And I don’t do condos.
Grateful that I think I can still pull off this ridiculous 17,693-mile, two-month adventure.
