Same old thoughts, new day.

I'm lucky. I'm lucky to have a boyfriend who listens to me when I rant and rave, when I tell him about my day, even if sometimes he pretends he isn't. I'm lucky to have a family that cares for me as much as mine does, loving me no matter what. I'm lucky to work for such wonderful people that it doesn't even seem like work 99.5% of the time. I'm lucky to have an adoptive family who cares for me, and puts up with me on my bad days. I'm lucky to have two brothers who look up to me, and care about what I say. I'm lucky for many things, and I don't think I realize it enough. These people have done soooo much for me. I need to always keep this in the back of my mind, or I'll either take advantage of it, or forget it. Ah, the flaws of human nature. Somehow I just can't get this to be philosophical post. It's turning out to be more of a late-Thanksgiving listing, but initially, that's not what I'm going for. I hope I'll gain my knack for writing back eventually. Just like my reading. It's been wonderful. I've missed books. I love that word even. Books. They are these fabulous things that do EVERYTHING. Help you travel to another world, meet the love of your life, battle an array of things, from dragons to web-footed computer chips, give you the ability to dance, fly, and dream. Ah, books. Such wondrous things.