- I am grateful that Kevin kept his wits about him while I was losing mine.
- I'm grateful we all got out of the house (including Zoey and my 25 year old Snoopy)
- I'm grateful the fire department didn't give up when it "didn't feel right" and found the compressor on the fridge had caught fire instead of the light in the ceiling.
- I'm very very grateful that our home is intact and I'm (eventually, if I settle down) sleeping in my own bed tonight.
Fluffy feline furball therapy?
Retail therapy?
Something.
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