I am grateful for good books. I haven't been reading much at all lately, I started a book of short stories just before rehearsal began, which I still haven't managed to finish. Last Thursday I needed something a little meatier, but still not requiring all my brain so I picked up a book to re-read "Rosemary and Rue" by Seanan McGuire. Now I'm in book three. The chance to lose myself in Toby's world for a bit while mine is still reasonably a mess has been a blessing.
I'm also grateful for three meals in one day, naps, and my boyfriend being back at home.