I am trying to cheer up about everything, even the bad stuff so called apparentely. Good stuff like food on our tables, house to live in, companionship for almost 30 years, free time for both of us, nature nearby, basically in our backyard, two lovely mutts who adore us, brian's cat Tummo, coffee, reconnecting with old friends for both of us recently, peaceful sleep, peaceful place to live, and the list goes on. I suddenly feel like a jerk for whining so much about hubby in my white super privilege life.