I give thanks there are radio stations for people who need that background noise of talk or tunes in their head. It's a shame so many of those people seem to drive taxis but as long they're happy eh? A particular favourite seems to be one that says it provides a 'relaxation mix'. It's a matter of opinion. Personally I find the sickly song choices, slightly porny sounding presenters' voices and the jarring advert clusters make me want to rip the unit out of the dash. I'm probably showing my age here, you probably need to change your whole car these days if you don't like the radio, I'm guessing!
I give thanks though I was in a busy corner on the unit today so couldn't snooze I was able to meditate instead. For people telling me I look better. For actually feeling better too, though still more feeble than I would like, now that I'm doing more and am more likely to notice. For lots less pain in my back too... though this brings problems of its own as I don't get the early warnings I should cease certain activities immediately, and carry on a bit too long.
I give thanks for Clive popping round while I was out to put up the hooks he couldn't get on Saturday and for Rachel going up and down the ladder while the needles were doing there thing, fitting some temporary thermal linings on the spare room curtains which will do until the spring when I'll try to do them properly, putting a coat of paint in the section of picture rail that is up and hanging my green man where he has been waiting to be.
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