But I'm remembering the series of beautiful sunrises a couple of weeks ago. And I'm remembering to be grateful that I CAN get out of bed.
To be grateful I have children to prepare for school. To be grateful I have animals to care for. To be grateful I have work to go do, and clients who will pay me for that work.
To be grateful I have breath.
Imagining a bright sunrise, I reluctantly rise to Friday.