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Leslie Pietrzyk<br />
I’m grateful that I have so much more time to myself now, and by<br />
this, I mean specifically the hour between 4 AM and 5 AM when the world<br />
is asleep, and yet I am awake, compiling mental lists of animals in alphabetical<br />
order because an online article on nowyoureanoldlady.com assured<br />
me that lists create order and order brings restful sleep, and during<br />
this hour I’m also grateful to be reading long, endnote-heavy biographies<br />
about important men who ruled the world and had affairs with<br />
passionate, lusty women and who are memorialized with enormous tombstones<br />
where their names are engraved deep into the heart of somber granite,<br />
and during this hour I’m also imagining a blank white wall, a blank<br />
white wall, built brick by brick, higher and higher, all white, brick by brick,<br />
white like drifts of snow, like billows of clouds, streams of milk, a white<br />
wall, soothing, calming, soothing, a fucking white goddamn wall, and then<br />
I’m flipping through channels on the TV, grateful that I’m not a celebrity<br />
drug addict in rehab for the second, third, or tenth time, speaking “candidly”<br />
about the “important” lessons learned about “forgiveness” and “redemption,”<br />
grateful that I do not have a fancy high-def TV that would<br />
make plastic surgery appear as a pathetic horror show instead of maybe<br />
a worthy option and a good use of 401K money, and also grateful the 401K<br />
got hammered in the last stock thing which means the decision was basically<br />
made for me. It’s also during this hour—TV remote still clicking—<br />
that I’m grateful that I am not a professional athlete of any caliber or ilk<br />
who is tearfully breaking down in a press conference or on a field and<br />
grateful that my poker skills are limited to knowing that a bra does not<br />
under any circumstance equal a man’s boxer shorts. I’m grateful that when<br />
I’m back in bed, not sleeping, often I hear the echo of my own heartbeat,<br />
that hypnotic pounding, and I feel the rise and fall of my chest as my lungs<br />
pump oxygen, and what I’m thinking then is that each breath, each beat,<br />
might be the very last, and understanding that reality makes me, yes, grateful.<br />
I’m grateful men blatantly and shamelessly lie on their online dating<br />
profiles. Otherwise, I’d be wasting my time meeting men who actually<br />
are six feet tall and who actually do have a job as an “executive” (or<br />
even a “job”) and who actually do like animals and who actually are not<br />
three hundred pounds, give or take fifty. I’m grateful for the lawyers who<br />
are still bitter that their ex-wives ended up with the dog by claiming in<br />
court that the dog was for the kids when it was really that “the bitch knew<br />
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