I came home to dog poop on the floor. That is no fun for anyone. Well, my dog seems ambivalent about it, actually a little joyful. She's had dinner now and a well over-due trip outside. She keeps smiling at me. I'm annoyed.
After I cleaned up and lit some incense to help get the smell out, my roommate and her boyfriend came home. I explained what happened and he said, "At least you don't have carpet." Ahhh...
. It's true, clean-up would have been a lot worse. I'd still be scrubbing but instead I'm writing about how I found gratitude even in dog poop.
I think this project is working.