Perhaps I didn’t get a camera for Christmas. Perhaps I didn’t quite succeed in reviving Christmas. Perhaps I am out of love. Perhaps I stubbed my toe. Perhaps I have a callous on my heel. Perhaps I haven’t had a vacation in a long time. Perhaps I will have to leave my exile to have a subcutaneous cyst on my back lanced.

But perhaps I shouldn’t complain about my sad little tragedies. Perhaps I shouldn’t feel too bad about anything. My friends and my family and my dog are safe and healthy and happy enough.

And somebody – especially today – lots of somebodies will always have it a lot worse.

I’ve got it alright. I am happy for my house and my dog and my health and, honestly, I need to live more thankfully.

Meanwhile, and I don’t mean to sound saintly – I’m not –, I feel very badly for the pain and the grief in the world.

SS