Gratitude: Week Two

I survived the stomach flu and lost four pounds.
I appreciate instant hot water.
I am ahead of the utility bills. Ha! Take that, you weak and unsophisticated attempts to menace my relaxation.
I have not shopped in a single store for Christmas presents this year and am already more than half done.
It is humid and that is good for my aging skin, brittle nails and limp hair.
My kittens are healthy and playful.
The car only needs new plugs and wires.
I am wearing a diamond bracelet and diamond earrings.
I don't have to make my living as a proofreader or copy editor.
My Bruno Magli shoes are fantastic.
I ate a pint of pecan caramel perfection ice cream for dinner and felt great.
No one can smell me right now.
My 1000-thread-count sheets are the softest thing I've ever slept on.
Vaccuums exist and can make swift work of cleaning the floors.
We even have indoor plumbing for me to complain about.
Lisa did not catch the flu.
I can grow indoor plants well.
The garage is clean.
We are making our goal and in first place among branches.
I can read the newspaper online.
My Christmas tree is beautiful.
When my friend Jimmy died on Friday, he died almost instantly and did not suffer.