I’m grateful for a cloudy morning. I’m grateful for tea in the afternoon. I’m grateful for peace, calm and quiet. I’m grateful for a visit from a certain naval officer. I’m grateful for seeing what I let go of. I’m grateful for the Saturday newspapers. I’m grateful to be sober today.
We jet past the ides of March and argue with the New York Times, Jane fills an empty cup and we try to figure out who the real enemy is…