I woke up this morning, after almost 10 hours of sleep, and crept out of bed to plant myself on the couch. Mike is still sleeping after a 12 hour night shift in the cold and crazy dark of Aiken County. The house is warm - the heat is on full speed. I bundle myself up in a blanket anyway, and sink deep into the cushions. The cats are running around, chasing each other, rocketing off pieces of furniture and bounding down the hall after one another. The dogs take a more melancholy approach to the morning, curling up for naps after their breakfast.
There is some studying I could be doing, but I don't want to. I feel happy this morning. It may have something to do with FSU's 37-7 win over in-state rival, UF. Alabama's loss to Auburn may also be a contributing factor. The sex scandal looming over our star quarterback, Jameis Winston, surely has nothing to do with it. It's fall, so football is on the mind.
But the house is toasty. My tree is lit and the living room is glowing. I've got most of my Christmas shopping done, at least for the important people (family). Mike and I are already filling up our calendar with fun things this December. We are fat and happy and I have nothing to complain about.
This year, that's what I'm thankful for. We have nothing to complain about. We are together and working (some days more than others) on strengthening our marriage. We have four crazy/annoying/hilarious/loving animals to keep us entertained and warm our laps. We laugh a lot. We drink a little. We're here now. And that is plenty.
Disclaimer: I wrote this on Sunday and scheduled it for later in the week