This will be, appropriately, a meditation on gratitude in the midst of terminal canc...ZZZZZZZZZ.
Oh, sorry. Just closed my eyes for a few minutes, and while I did this came to mind. Cancer, schmancer, who cares as long as you've got your health?
Be grateful for the jumping frogs
and for the lowing cows.
Give thanks now for barking dogs,
and the hogs and sows.
Look up and see the eagle,
and low night-silent owl;
behold the bright and regal
plumage-crest of guineafowl.
Lay praise upon the stubborn goats,
and the wooly sheep
(gentle donors of their coats
to give you warmer sleep).
And last, tip hat to alligator,
who lent his rhyme to “See you later!”
And, because I'm grateful for ABBA, here's Dancing Queen. (Please click here if the video doesn't load on your device.)