today my feet felt good on the floor as I got out of bed

the alarm went off early, but the sounds I programmed to awaken me were pleasant;

my feet touched the floor and I said thank you quietly. my feet work. I can walk across the floor to the bathroom. the feeling of gravity keeping me planted, the feeling of balance that was evident when I did not fall over kept my gladness in the front of my mind, even while my inner grouch tried to tell me it was too early and the bed was comfy