I'm so glad to have a job I love where I work with creative, energetic people who respect me.
I'm thankful I picked up the phone and called Mark K. after my final meeting of the day, even though I needed to pee pretty bad, and that 90 minutes later I had learned of his background in music, how he managed rock bands in the 60s, how he was backstage when the Beatles played the Memorial Coliseum in '65 . . . and that he wasn't in such a dark place when I hung up.
Thank God I managed to get my unsightly ass up on the treadmill for the first time in months. In six or eight weeks I'll be in decent shape again.
Oh, let's not forget, I'm thankful for Christian Bale's feet.