I’m so thankful it is Friday night and I can put an abnormally-shitty workweek behind me. I’m thankful tomorrow is Saturday and I have nothing to do but watch Red Sox spring-training baseball. I’m thankful I don’t have to travel anywhere in the coming weeks, and I’m thankful my marvelous girlfriend is sitting next to me, writing her own shit as I write this. And I’m thankful for craft beer and the people who make it.
You won’t find too many overtly positive posts on this blog; I’m not a positive person, in general. But sometimes you have to be thankful for the little things. My beer glass truly runneth over. Literally.