Is anyone else out there feeling a little mopey? Glands swollen? Cold sores? Graphic enough today?
If there ever was a time for griping, it’s winter. Then again, winter is the best time for being thankful. No matter what I’m dealing with, things could always get worse. And if things get worse, there’s still plenty to be thankful for.
So today I will not be very interesting or zippy or witty… just grateful…
…for you – thank you as always for stopping by to read my musings. I am truly honored.
…for chicken broth – now don’t you feel special?
You rank right up there with CHICKEN BROTH. You should really feel very special. It’s miraculous stuff. Sniffles, flu, it will fix anything. A nice hot ladle-ful is all I need.
That’s right, birds. Riley, Quinn and I were puttering around the backyard today and the chirping stopped me in my tracks. God must have known we’d need cheery noises now and then. They remind me how simple life is: get up, nibble something, and sing.
Once I’m past the getting up part, nibbling is easy (thanks for the chocolates, Jon!) and singing is absolutely like breathing.
If it’s been a while since you sang, give it a whirl. As long as I can croak out a note, I’ll chirp my tune in my corner of the world. Happy chirping in yours. 🙂