So I had this post all written in my head about the other big anniversary yesterday was, and then rechecked the calendar and realized that the anniversary I meant to commemorate isn't until Monday. Whoops. That'll wait.
I have another post written in my head that requires photos I can't take until probably tomorrow, so, that'll wait.
I have another post I'm working on in my head that is serious and religious and really better suited to tomorrow, so, that'll wait.
I had pie for breakfast, and that was good, but I've done the pie for breakfast post before.
That is a thing that happens when you write dozens of gratitude posts, always at the same time of year. You get grateful for the same things. Maybe next year's month of gratitude will be October or December, and we'll just rotate it a notch on the chore chart every year. It's not that I am not full-to-brimming with gratitude; it's just that sometimes, I am not full-to-brimming with creativity. Also, sometimes, I am distracted from that gratitude, a little, by fear or life or whatever.
Day 21 of my month of gratitude: I am thankful for my own health and safety and that of so many people I love. Take care this long weekend, folks. Travel safely and don't trample anyone to get to the Cabbage Patch Kids.