It's times like these, when I'm feeling not so up to par that it's easy to be grateful. I'm grateful we're not seriously ill, just your run of the mill colds that will likely find us up and running again by next weekend. Grateful that we had this virus manifest this weekend and not next when we have a lot of traveling and visiting to do. It's strange - the last few days when I worsened Riley improved and vise-versa. He actually slept for 2 hours on the couch yesterday - unheard of - then begged to go to bed by 6:30. He had a low grade fever which had him moaning and whimpering every hour or so. We're moving today, feeling around 60%. And I'm grateful the weather has been kind of crappy because I haven't felt like we've really missed out on any fun and I don't feel guilty for not working the garden. See, it's easy to be grateful, times like these.