weekends give me an entirely different set of things to be thankful for. things like...
*the sound of jazz music filling my apartment on a sunday morning.
*long phone conversations with my family and friends.
*a clean apartment and fresh laundry.
*blissful saturdays, like the one i had yesterday: harry potter in the morning, followed by a shake shack picnic in the park. i did laundry in the afternoon, made up a pumpkin soup recipe last night, and definitely watched the notebook. and maybe tristan and isolde, too.
*ugg boots and crunchy leaves.
*staying in bed as long as i want.
*the time to linger in the park til my fingers are numb and i have realized just how many shades of orange there actually are.