It is now. About 2 weeks ago a friend of mine in Nashville agreed to rent his beautiful home to Larry and me. His house is incredible. And he's a great guy, so I couldn't have asked for a better deal. While we talked on the phone, finalizing the arrangements, he offered to leave furniture that I might need or keep the utilities in his name so I could avoid paying a deposit. Of course I said No, but words cannot describe how thankful I am for his generosity and the quick thinking of our mutual friend who gave us the idea.

On that same theme, yesterday, a friend of mine at work bowed his head and said grace before we all dug into our lunch. And last weekend my parents helped me move for the umpteenth time. My mother's boss is storing my and Larry's belongings in his warehouse for a month – for free.

I have a list of people whom I cannot thank enough. Lately, I've been acutely aware of the good things that came my way, of which I am so undeserving. I lean toward self-pity too often. So much, in fact, that when I came across this song from a new artist I'm interested in, I focused on the pity. But now that I take another look, I think I finally get it.

THANKYOU
My tea's gone cold, I wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be grey, but your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life.

~written and performed by Dido - a 26 year old Londoner who recently quit her
high paying job as a literary agent to become an artist.