As dawn breaks over the East coast of DeSantistan this morning, I am grateful and thankful for democracy maintaining its fragile grip on America (or is it the other way around?), that my 93-year-old mom is around to celebrate another one of these (although she and I both swore off on bird carcass — me for health reasons, her for chewing problems), that the remnants of the Grateful Dead are still around and willing to entertain us, that the USA didn’t roll over and let the Ruskies totally absorb Ukraine, (Slava Ukraini), that we don’t have to look at pictures of the aforementioned loser EVERY day, that Elon can’t run for President, that modern medicine and Medicare can provide two new hips to a spouse in need for relatively little cost, that my child is occasionally able to find meaningful work and that she finally got vaccinated (WHEW), that her growing family is healthy and aware and that I am a member of the Daily Kos Community, the best gang of progressive democratic Democrats I’ve ever been associated with.