Counting blessings

I walked a mile today.

Normally I wouldn’t balk at five; today just one was a victory.

Three days ago, I walked a block and a half, stumbled and broke my wrist. There was a bit more to it, but that’s the gist of it. It wasn’t my dog’s fault.

I’m still walking around in a temporary splint, waiting to see an orthopedist. Apparently a four-day wait won’t jeopardize my healing (I assume); but the looseness of my splint and the resulting jostling of my wrist are no fun.

It could be worse, though. Today I’m able to read, in addition to taking that short walk. I may be projecting, but one of my dogs seems less depressed.

Reminder: it’s the little things:

• My husband – I’m not on my own
• The two quiches I made and hadn’t eaten before the fateful walk, which continue to sustain me
• Pain meds…and the reduced pain level that now lets me forego them
• Paid sick leave
• Again, still, always…my husband

It’s easy in the face of day-to-day trials to forget our blessings. Mine are apparent all around me.