It could be worse

I was feeling a bit stressed today (my dog had another seizure last night, work has been crazy-busy, my diet is slipping, I am once again baffled by a female of our species, etc.) Then I got the message that a former coworker passed away. I wasn't particularly close to this fella, but I knew him well enough that his death got me thinking. I have a dog. I have a job I like. I'm living in a place that I like. I was getting ready to go on a bike ride with some folks from work. I might be dealing with some stress lately, but I'm alive. It could be worse. Rest in peace, Mark R. (not me... that was his first name and last initial... I didn't see coincidence until I just typed it)