Where is the list of things I’m thankful for? The shelter, food, family, job, darling kitties. Check, check, check, check and check The butterflies. Moss on a post. Kind strangers. I am thankful for many things yet overwhelmed by the burden of recalling them. I think the word is despondent. I feel like an old work horse, not quite put out to pasture and not quite good enough to be of real value.
I’m standing, frail and battered.
Sometimes that’s all you can do.