Happy President's Day! I totally couldn't even think of a post today, it's one on those Mondays where I'm extra sluggish, and I had a bad weekend of zero baby naps and night wakings. The little stinker is terribly inconsiderate of his mother's need for sleep.
But somewhere around 2:30 am last night as I stumbled groggily from bed to get him from his crib, where he stood screaming yet again, I realized that as much as I hate being ripped from a good sleep and as much as I really dislike being up at 2:30, I'm really glad that I can. Meaning, good thing I don't have to work a night shift in a factory and come home stinking of crab and covered in coal dust. That kind of thing.
Similarly, how lucky I am that I get to write stories. I have two or three more brewing in my mind right now as I morph from edits on my completed ms to time for a new story. Chances are, you have that luxury too if you're reading this. And how lucky we are. Take a moment to remember that.