Today to be quite honest, I am grateful that I remembered to do my post tonight… so close to forgetting; tenuous grasp of reality sometimes. Things just slip, slip away… and the importance of yesterday is a longing memory today—another ingredient for guilt in the morning.

Slip, slip… away…

But; I need not send another fiver to my brother. I already did that this week. And I have this post to be grateful for.

And sometimes, it is the little things to be grateful for. A little breath of relaxation in the steady buzzzzz of existence. A cooling breeze in a sweat filled room. A post done late at night, before the crossing of time over tomorrow’s border.

I wish I was special.