I'm not usually thankful for my health. In fact, I don't generally consider myself healthy. Rheumatoid arthritis and fibromyalgia have damaged my brain and body to the point that I cannot function well enough to work any more.
But, things can always be worse.
Tuesday morning I went out to fill the bird feeders and take my dog for a short walk. Somehow, while standing on a level sidewalk, I suddenly found myself on the ground with a sprained ankle.
In the meantime, I am thankful for aching, ornery joints that usually allow me
--to walk in the park and at the aquarium
--use the treadles on my spinning wheel
--go up and down stairs
--stand to cook or wash dishes
(I can still stand enough to do laundry, but am not currently in the mood to be thankful for that.)
Couch confinement did allow me to finish the very good Storm Before the Storm by Mike Duncan and to make some serious progress on my knitting.
I finished the Christmas blanket, and am almost done with the commission sweater, but it has me worried.