On the tenth day of Christmas, I am grateful for the gifts of the mundane: clean sheets, fresh water, anesthetics, indoor plumbing. Oh, I’m normal. I don’t think of these things all the time. When I do, I am very aware of how grateful I am to live now when all these are possible and available to me if I want or need them. They may be mundane and ordinary to me, but not to a lot of the folks in this world, not even in this country. I am very grateful for my ordinary life.
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