Here’s a snippet of my day.

I did my eight hours and started home. It took me a little over an hour to get home from work, or in musical terms, it took me one and a half Carly Simon albums to get home.

That’s a long time. But at least I had Ms. Simon to keep me company.

After, I went to the Wilson County Fair. It just so happens to be my favorite of all the local fairs. Apparently, half the population of Middle Tennessee agrees with me, based on the number of people there tonight.

I had good food. I saw rabbits and chickens. I even saw a broom being made. I took pictures of the inside of a caboose. Yes, I’m deliberately trying to sound like I’m writing an essay for school entitled “What I Did This Summer.”

It was muggy and I sweated a lot. Also, I’m sure my hair was super frizzy and Screech-like.

I did make sure that I enjoyed the moments for what they were and not for what I wished they could be. I simply focused on the joy of being alive for another day, a privilege denied to many.

I am thankful for another day of grace. I will not take that for granted.

The end.