Grateful for another sober day.
Grateful that my son got out my foot bath, cleaned it and filled it up for me. I have trouble carrying it to fill or dump it.
Grateful that I have food to eat, even if I don't feel like cooking it.
Grateful that February is half over, it always seems to be a long month for me, even though it is the shortest month of the year, even with Leap Year.
Grateful that I woke up with very little pain.
Grateful for a sense of humour and for my sister who keeps it in the family.
Grateful for all of you who walk this journey with me.
