River: Forty-Three

This morning Colleen turned to me and said something to the effect of "It's our anniversary. Forty-three years and we ain't killed each other yet." She added that "it's been close a couple of times", and I can't argue with that.

Here's to another forty-three, love.

Thankful Thursday

So this is my first gratitude post of 2019. That ought to be good for something, but I'm not sure what.

• I'm grateful to the universe that I'm still alive.
• I'm grateful to 2018, mainly for being over. Not much else.
• I'm grateful to Colleen, my wife of 43 (as of today) years, for not murdering me. (I'm pretty sure she's thought about it.)
• I'm grateful that today's windstorm seems to have abated without causing a power outage.
• I'm grateful to our cats for being patient with my rather meager grasp of their language.