Today I love still being alive in all the ways one can be alive. I love being spirited if not spiritful. I love being full of life, spry, zestful. I love being cognizant of my life, alert to it, eager for it, bustling with determined activity. I love that I am still awake after driving so many miles on the road this last week and having that take up almost half of my waking day. I love that tomorrows road trip will be my last long distance run for at least a few weeks. I love the road, winding and open, love watching the odometer click over, love knowing that things are changing as I move forward with the stuff that I need to do. I love how much bad humor comes to my mind when I am left with my thoughts on the road for a few minutes and that the humor I come up with is usually appreciated, even if that appreciative smile or laugh comes with an eye roll. I love that I can still jump into a vehicle and head on down the road even though I think I’ve driven over fifteen hundred miles in the last week.
Today I love cinnamon danishes and fish & chips, but not on the same plate. I love pancakes and macaroni & cheese, though again, not on the same plate. I love good food and comfort food and I especially love when comfort food is good and good for me. I love that I have no idea what I’ll be making for supper tonight and that I do actually have cinnamon danishes so I don’t care. I love that food so very often reminds me of my mother who would have turned 84 last week. I love that so many of the things she taught me in the kitchen actually were things that came from my Grandma.
Today I love chocolate. I love that we went out for supper last night to a restaurant owned by friends and it was delicious. I love that I just remembered that there was so much food last night. I love dreaming, though I rarely dream, and I love that two nights ago I had weird dreams that seemed like they should have been scary but the were really kind of poorly done production wise so I woke up laughing about them a little. I love that friends will ask for my help, because I love to help. I love that even when I have to say no, there are friends who still say thank you, and I love that I have friends like that.
Today I love drinking coffee on the road and again when I get back home.