Gratitude

Perfection: N: Watching the parade solo with a giant cup of joe with no near plans of putting on actual pants.  This year I’m  particularly grateful for my gnome house. Most of my adultish life, I have longed for my own place in which I could put a myriad of old and new things, bake things, serve people things, dance privately, and I can’t believe I finally have it. Grateful for solitude and my job and sharp cheddar cheese, for some reason, very much, in particular.

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