February 28, 2009.

Thank you for hot green tea.

February 27, 2009.

Thank you for another radioactive pill to swallow.

February 26, 2009.

Thank you for the bluefish for dinner, the Dixie Fry in which to fry it up.

February 25, 2009.

Thank you for the quiet intimacy with myself tonight, listening to WN. There is no intimacy like the one you have with yourself.

February 24, 2009.

Thank you for the free sample of coffee and cookies at Starbucks.

February 23, 2009.

Thank you for money to buy stamps, and how nice they look there in the corner of a white rectangle.

February 22, 2009.

Thank you for the spaghetti dinner with provolone melted on it, and Parmesan sprinkled.

February 21, 2009.

Thank you for hot water in the shower.

Feb. 19, 2009.

Thank you for the tea tree oil, though it smells terribly and makes me gag.

February 18, 2009.

Thank you for vitamins, which may or may not do anything.

February 17, 2009.

Thank you for health care, and exorbitant medical bills.

February 16, 2009.

Thank you for everything going smoothly today with the iodine. No mishaps, thank you.

February 15, 2009.

Thank you for the homemade sangria last night, the money to buy the ingredients, the time to make it, a friend to drink it with.

Valentine's Day.

Thank you for the Valentine's Day muffins on the kitchen table.

Friday the 13th.

Thank you for a Freddy-Cougar childhood. Thank you for seeing another Valentine's Day. Thank you for the chocolate in the kitchen.

Thank you for that self-intimate, dark and cozy-soulful feeling that comes to me as I get up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, as I squint in the glow of the stained-glass night-lite above the sink.

February 12, 2009.

This is the 212th post on this blog, and it is Feb. 12th, or 2/12. Thank you for this. Thank you also for my clarity of mind, no major illnesses, my general well-being tonight.

February 11, 2009.

Feeling really lousy tonight. Thank you for this sadness. Thank you for the lacking.

February 10, 2009.

How many more February Tenths will I have? Forty? Seventy? Zero? I don't know, but...

Thanks be to the hives, the bumps still lingering, traveling, the bugs under my skin, thanks for them, but also for not too many of them.

February 9, 2009.

Thank you for my kids. Yes, mine. The kidnapping makes it official.

February 8, 2009.

Thank you for blankets, a planet that has blankets, a house with blankets, a bed with a blanket, the feeling of security when my legs are tucked under a blanket, the warmth, the splendor, the eternal bliss.

Thank you also for the razor burn, how it stings under my neck, all over the most sensitive regions, an hour after I have shaved.

February 7, 2009.

Thank you for a working printer, the money to buy ink, the electric to run it, the paper on which to print.

Fat Friday.

Thank you for mozzarella sticks at Arby's with Steve. Our service was GREAT, in case you can't tell by the picture.

Trash-Can Turkey.

I found turkey in the trash today, but it was still in the wrapper, so I put it on a sandwich with cheese and rye, even though I am supposed to be a vegetarian, I'd rather eat it than see it trashed. Thank you. So good.

February 4, 2009.

Thank you for the snow today, the feeling of the giving-way under my feet, as I slide.

Groundhog Day, 2009.

Thank you for a washer and dryer, so I don't have to do laundry myself.

February 1, 2009.

Well, it is February and I am still alive to see the snow and ice. Thank you for this, and thank you for the words that appeared on screen as I typed today.