Nonononono, thank you (a svithe)

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I am grateful....

for library sales;

that sneezing is usually actually quite fun--since I'm going to have to do it anyway;

that the world is filled with beautiful details;

for the ability to make crap up;

for today's cool breeze;

for my sweet green shirt;

that I can wear a tie to work;

I'm an optimistic person;

for a woman who thinks I'm borderline alright;

for books to read;

for great art;

to be able to walk;

for the magic of physical contact;

to be able to express myself, given enough retries;

for a son who is happy to see me;

for the (temporary) end of diaper-changing;

for the notion of forever;

for parents who try to adjust their expectations the reality of Me;

that I own a pair of orange shoes;

that I'm not a picky eater;

to have dreams;

for weather;

that our ward is stuffed full of strings players who graced us with Pachelbel's Canon which, no matter what the antipopulists say, is still a beautiful piece of music;

for the kind people who've done kind things that I can file away for the times when I need those kinds of memories;

that Moroni didn't give up when he felt weak;

for genes that may keep me alive in spite of myself;

that I can still think I'm one good-looking man even when I desperately need a haircut;

to be a human jukebox--even if some songs seem to get stuck on endless repeat;

for the Internet, which helps me keep in touch with so many people I otherwise might lose track of;

for patience--especially that of others;

for cranberries;

for garlic;

for the cuisines of Mexico and Korea and Italy and India and a bunch of other countries--some of which I've still to be introduced to;

for the smiles of young children;

that I suck at video games;

that most sneezes smell good;

for a faith that builds bridges in my mind;

for the USGS earthquake reports online;

to be able to laugh;

for a lovely place to live;

for easy freeway access;

for love;

for you.

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