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5 Things

I really like lists. I'm gonna start making some.  Here's one: five things I'm thankful and happy about today.

Including, but not limited to, those pictured above.
1.  Friends that don't give up on me.  Lately I've been musing about how grateful I am about the fact that God has blessed me (immensely) with some really amazing friends.  I have had friends sort of give up on me in the past (because let's face it, sometimes I'm not so easy to love).  But that fact draws my appreciation to another fact: that other friends of mine have been wonderfully fantastic to me, despite myself.
(picture functions for exemplifying 2 & 4)



2. My job(s).  I am extremely, incredibly, over-the-top blessed to have not one but two jobs that I enjoy.  I mean, don't get me wrong, work is work and I love having days off.  But for being jobs, my socks are blessed off that I have jobs and by the ones that I get to have.  Oh, and I get a window view at both of them.  I like this.


This is a thing I like the sight of.

3.  Eyesight.  I'm very VERY glad to have all of my senses intact.  But today, I'm especially thankful for working eyes.  I particularly enjoy using my eyes for attempting to take in all the beauty of the sun setting in the sky, looking people in the eye, not having to learn Braille in order to read books, to understand what people are saying beneath the words, and admiring the gorgeous colors that Fall delivers.

4. Space heaters.  It's only October 1st and I've had one blowing warmth onto my feet at work every day for about a week now.  It's probably needless to say but I'm a wimp about the cold.  Hey, it's not my fault I have low blood pressure (humble brag?) 




5. You, dear Reader.  I'm happy that if anyone is reading this, they are.  I mean even if they weren't I'd be happy but still.

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