Thankful

I'm thankful for being alive. I think about that sometimes. Being alive is really hard to do. There's all of these chemical processes that if one stopped, I would be dead. Which would be terrible. Actually, technically it wouldn't be terrible for me, because I would be dead. I'm not sure if I will be able to discern terrible from not terrible when I'm dead. But who knows.

Anyway, stuff I'm thankful for. Yesterday my mom bought one of those wolf shirts that was made into an internet joke. That was pretty cool. I think she is trying to give me a hint. My best guess is that she wants grand kids. With the wolf shirt, who knows.

I have a good family. I don't fight my brother. Ever. Which I hear is rare. I had no idea that it was rare, until someone told me they fought with their brother all the time. My dad is reasonable. That doesn't sound like a compliment, but it is. He is very logical. My mom is loving, and willing to give. I don't really have any family problems, which is a number that I hear is rising. That makes me sad, and much more thankful for what I have.

That's not all I have to be thankful for, but this early in the morning it's all I can choose to remember. Thanks.