As another week rolls by, one marked by the absence of my usual running regimen, I've found solace in the steady companionship of my dog, Goat, on our daily walks. These walks, while tranquil, have made the lack of running more noticeable. Running, for me, isn't just a physical exercise; it's a mental and emotional release, a ritual that brings equilibrium to my life despite its demanding nature. The concept of gratitude came into play vividly last night during a bedtime conversation with Tsunami. When he turned the tables and asked me what I was grateful for, my answer, 'doorhandles,' might have seemed trivial at first glance. Yet, it sparked a deeper contemplation about the often-overlooked conveniences that streamline our daily lives, making our routines smoother and more efficient. Tsunami's expression of gratitude for our forthcoming Christmas together opened a window into his perspective and led me to reflect on the evolving nature of our holiday tradition