Documenting

Because last night the cat finally did what I every night fear and wet-hairballed onto my laptop keyboard, certain important keys (I, U, P, backspace, shift) have vacated functionality. Yeah, I’ve Googled “How to [clean/dry/replace] laptop keyboard” and I’ve gotten the gist. Dismantling any parts of my laptop feels like surgery on myself (not proud/don’t you judge me), so instead I’ve got the emergency USB keyboard plugged in. My Jimmy-Dean-Sausage-Link fingers are unaccustomed to keys that call out for more dexterity.

Yesterday was one of the infamous “Nothing Happens at All” days. I wanted to, and did, wake up today feeling at least partially better [than yesterday… during which I took my temperature several times, expecting but never getting, anything but a normal return]. It seemed then, that wet hairballs would fill that lonely unsuffering space left behind by a good night’s sleep.

I do not want to ride on my whinecycle today. It is time for a GRATITUDE ADJUSTMENT!

• I am grateful for a better night’s sleep than I expected.
• I am grateful to have an emergency USB keyboard.
• I am grateful that my laptop seemed to have sustained no other damage.
• I am grateful for compressed air.
• I am grateful for clean coffee pots.
• I am grateful for a scheduled MRI that will check for Spinal Stenosis. I’ve had a lot of bad falls since… well, forever.
• I am grateful for Cowboy (who is sleeping right beside me)!
• I am grateful for fitting into my smallest size evah (seven sizes smaller than my heaviest).
• I am grateful for the non-computer-related tasks I have even less of no reason to not get done.
• I am grateful for the freshly-dried oregano and rosemary I received respectively from my brother/father’s gardens.
• I am grateful for physical therapy.
• I am grateful that I had the energy today to prep ingredients for a nice dinner, wash dishes and give the coffee pots a vinegar rinse.
• I am grateful today that my eyes hurt less than they did yesterday.
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  Miss Molly pecks the leg of the hand that feeds her.

  We are both grateful and happy to still be getting daily visits from Miss Molly McQuackers-Mallard. Though she may have broken months [years?] ago from the shell and imprinted on our neighbor, she has still imprinted herself on our easily-adorified hearts [and on our porch, via random duckpoop blasts].