My days begin with gratitude. They end with me passed out on the bed. Kidding. But they do begin with me listing what I'm thankful for. I'm thankful for the warm covers over me, I say. I'm thankful for that somewhat restful sleep. I'm thankful that the dream where a child blows me up with a grenade is not real. I'm thankful for the waffles I bought yesterday that I will soon eat. I'm thankful for the cat who is sitting on my face, but would be even more thankful if he got up and toasted my waffles and put syrup on them. C'mon, little cat, you can do it.