It’s a cold (for November) and windy night. There’s a fire in the woodstove. My sweetie is home, safe and sound. My kitchen is mostly tidy. Kitties are sleeping. Laundry has been folded. I’ve a library book that wants finishing and a glass of wine that wants sipping.
I’ll leave anxiety and worry and self doubt for another day. Tonight, I enjoy these small, wonderful blessings.