Gratitude journal: Class or an AT&T dead zone

My daughter cuddled with me for a solid twenty minutes today, the longest on record.

We played hide-and-go seek for what felt like an hour. 

We assembled jigsaw puzzles together.

We tickled each other a lot. 

But no, tonight I am grateful that my friend, a Washington Capitals fan who watched his team defeat the Bruins in overtime tonight from the confines of the Boston Garden, has not fired off a text taunting me about the final score.

I’ll give him credit. He has class.

Or no cell service. 

Either way, I’m grateful.