List of Things I Am Grateful For...

It is 10am. There are some things which have gone well in my morning. It is important to notice and record them (in case I die before the end of the day). Not that I'm feeling paranoid about today or anything.

Things I am Grateful for:
1. That when I went out to have a blood test this morning, and the nurse taking the blood seemed offended that I had bruises on the inside of my arms (from previous blood tests), and lectured me on this (because clearly it was my fault) - that I didn't take it personally. It's always hard to come back from that if you take it personally and hard to prevent yourself from taking it personally. Particularly in the early pre-coffee part of the morning.

2. That I didn't try to implement all the confusing instructions provided by the nurse about bruising, and came to the realisation fairly quickly that one more bruise wasn't really going to matter that much. If I'd tried to do everything she'd said similtaneously it could have been interesting.

3. That I have a squashy parcel to post. So, when I went to the post office to post a parcel and bought a package for the parcel, after paying for it and the postage, the package promptly shrunk. I have no idea how I'm going to squish the parcel into the package but it is squishy. That is a good thing. If it were structurally incapable of squishy-ness I'd have to go buy another package.

4. That though the post office man couldn't seem to move his lips and had a limited vocabularly, it still was possible to communicate with him, even very slowly. And I wasn't rude to him, even though I really really wanted to be.

5. That it seems rather easy (despite communication issues) to make a passport application appointment, because I am going to need to change this appointment.

6. That I have been allowed to live with Levor as his wife although the certificate proving this is deficient, having been issued by the man who married us and was there on the day we were married, rather than the administrative gatekeepers of QLD, who require as proof of our marriage, my drivers license and passport. Obviously.

7. That although I need to acquire a certificate of marriage to have this passport application appointment, the QLD Department of Births, Deaths and Marriages hasn't closed down. This was my fear while I waited on the phone this morning on hold for 17 minutes while the recording told me over and over again of the Department's opening hours in a crackly voice. I think it's the sheer efficiency of QLD that I miss the most now that I live south of the border.

8. That by paying double the amount of money for this piece of paper I can receive it in a quarter of the time I would normally need to wait, further expiditing the passport application process.

9. That when I was carrying my warm, creamy coffee that I was so looking forward to drinking, and I dropped it, I didn't scald myself and I didn't curse the people who are incapable of buying lids which fit the top of plastic cups properly.

10. That there were two mouthfuls left in the cup after I dropped it and that I had the foresight to drink these mouthfuls immediately in the car park before taking another step.

11. That when I went to the bins to throw the cup out only to find that all the bins were out, that there was not a dead body near where the bins are kept (like there was last August). I wasn't really in the zone to find a dead body this morning.

12. That there was no death or structural damage caused by me this morning. Not to be taken for granted.