January 6

Today was a little... frustrating, I guess, for a few different reasons. Nothing important at all, but you know how sometimes small things can feel like grains of sand stuck in your shoe? Like that.

So tonight, I'm just sitting in my chair, under my purple blanket, watching the Hallmark Channel. (And trying not to internalize the advertising which clearly suggests that I'm a 55-80 year old obese woman with a penchant for filing frivolous lawsuits.)

There's something soothing about watching Murder, She Wrote. (I do realize the bizarre irony there.) My mom used to watch it on Sunday nights when I was young, so it reminds me of simpler times.

And for those reminders of times past (strange though they may be), I'm thankful.