It’s time to be grateful while we are swirling in the polar vortex. One of my co-workers fell down the stairs and will be out for the rest of the week. He hadn’t even made it outside.

Gratitude list

Hakkapolito winter tires that make driving a less trying endeavor. And it’s fun to say Hakkapolito and see the quizzical look on people’s faces.

My warm home.

My warm and furry dog.

A husband who can still use the chainsaw to trim 500 branches up and down our driveway.

The Warrior yoga pose. I can do it. Yeah.

Adult children who reply in a timely and compassionate manner to my assorted email queries.

My MAC. What did I do before you came into my life.

It’s that kind of day. Craig drove the plow truck to work. He left me with instructions that were doled out while I was asleep. Don’t go anywhere.  I won’t. Don’t walk Hank on the driveway. I won’t.

I decided to focus on tasks that had been haunting me for most of 2013. I cleaned the fridge. We have a lot of condiments and jars of pears sitting in alcohol-infused syrup. I organized the pantry. We have a lot of gluten-free products. They are gone. Craig informed me that according to the Swedes, we need fats, no carbs and certainly not gluten. I am baking brownies and making pasta. I organized important papers and learned that our retirement funds have been growing in the correct direction. Good to know. I made the bed in the German room. A big deal since there are multiple covers and pillows. Threw out a big garbage bad full of papers from last year’s classes. Why don’t I save more of them on my computer.

I ordered three books from my friend Amazon who knows my tastes and makes unusual suggestions for further reading.

We are expecting a blizzard tomorrow. I have nothing to say about climate change.