Gratitude

Today, someone asked me what I have to be grateful for considering the circumstances I'm in.  Truthfully, I'm grateful for a lot of things, and I'm not in the worst place I've ever found myself...

I have a roof.  I have food to eat even though I'm not happy about not being able to eat the foods I like.  I'm regaining my health in bits and pieces.  I'm strong enough to take care of Jelly.  I'm glad that, though gone, my little dog is no longer blind and in pain, and that is a hard thing to be grateful for. 

I'm grateful my ex didn't beat me to death.

I'm grateful my own stupidities haven't killed me yet.

I'm grateful for the people who put up with the massive amount of bullshit I put them through.

A lot of things.  Too many to list.

As for the answer I gave the person who asked me, it was simple.  I said...

"This..." and I took a deep breath.  "And I can be reasonably sure of being able to draw the next one."

(Look Ma!  NO OXYGEN!!!!!)