A nice conversation with a stranger.
A rare afternoon nap, with the cat snuggled against my belly.
Glimpsing a bit of the sunset because I was driving toward it on the day's last errand; then coming out of the store, expecting darkness, and seeing the last blaze.
And everything about making totatoe soup (which I didn't even know was a thing until last weekend): the patient work of cutting vegetables; the satisfaction of using using up a tin of bay leaves (not quite equal to the rarer satisfaction of using up an entire chapstick); the sizzle of potatoes and onions in oil. the increasingly complex aroma as different things got added; filling the dutch oven nearly to the rim; the whole-house incense when I woke from a nap and went to check on it; a warming bowl for dinner; five containers of it for the fridge; its lingering scent when I came home.
What are you grateful for today?
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