Thankful (yes, that's what I said) Thursday

Written Thursday PM . . . 
 
Believe it or not, I can still find room to be thankful.  And if I didn't focus on those little (or big) things . . . I'd be lost without hope.  And what does THAT do anyone?  So, without further ado, I am thankful for:

• Friends and family, near and far.  This includes you.
• The dogs, cats, and poultry.
• The fact that, after bad-mouthing them to my folks last night, the chickens presented me with two eggs today after days and days of zero production.
• The fresh snow that again covers the ground . . . without dumping enough to be even the slightest bother.
• A chainsaw chain sharpened as well as it's ever been since the chain was brand new.  THANK YOU, Daddy!
• The satisfaction that I'm a 1/3 of the way through the HUGE maple logs I had delivered two years ago . . . and that I've made every single cut myself.
• The fact that I will be here, at Swamp River Ridge, tonight, tomorrow, and next week. 
• The fact that, thanks to friends and family, I will NEVER be without a private, to-myself roof over my head.  No matter what happens here at SRR.
• Blueberry-Raspberry jam syrup bubbling away on the cookstove (because, in cleaning out the large freezer, I found lots of old-ish frozen berries).
• Wine.  It may be cheap, but it's good!
• Scented candles gifted to me by a dear friend who couldn't tolerate the smell.
• A wood fire in the cookstove, all the wood cut and split myself.
• Audio books.  (Oh, I've mentioned that once or twice before, you say?!)
• Robert Rodriguez movies.  I treated myself to one last night when I got home (Machete) . . . knowing I didn't have to get up early this morning AND because I had to run the generator, anyway.  I don't know WHAT it is about his violent movies that is a release for me, but they are . . . and I LOVE his irreverent humor.
• My built-in chainsaw sharpener (Papa Pea).