Meniscus

Blessed are the ones who say no.
Blessed are the ones who think that living is ambition enough.
Blessed are the simple, the gentle, the unsung.

Heaven tastes bitter to the overachiever.
It belongs to the children, and to the ones
who despite the gnawing aspiration of years
have not forgotten what it means to be delighted.

Blessed are the ones who walk slowly,
who would get distracted by a daisy.
who would rather climb a tree than a ladder.

- Gideon Heugh

Gratefuls:
- no cramps, no headache, no nausea, some energy
- Mike getting to see a doctor about his infected eye
- a cigano boy (that we know) with gorgeous grey eyes smiling at me in Continente