He gives thanks,
thanks for the remote
that turns on 90.3 Blue Lake
Public Radio and the
classical music he tries
hard to name from memory.
He gives thanks,
thanks for the remote that
turns on the faux fire in the
fireplace and turns up the
fireplace heater to 70
after the furnace is turned
up from 67 to 70 in the
morning.
He gives thanks,
thanks for the remote that
turns on the TV and let’s
him see programs ad nauseam
about the progress of the
virus and the lack of progress
of the Administration in combating it.
He gives thanks,
thanks that he and his wife (after
all that sitting 😇) and dog
can leave the house and find trails
to jog on while maintaining a safe physical
distance from others.
He gives thanks,
thanks in the evening for the remote
that lights the fake candles,
which can be put on
constant or flicker depending
on one’s desired mood.
He gives thanks,
thanks that all those remotes
can be used to turn off
all that stuff as he readies
for bed and moves
to turn the furnace back
to 67 before patting the
Chocolate Lab on the head
and saying, “I love you, girl.
Sleep tight; don’t let the
bedbugs bite,” and heading
downstairs where the temp.
will settle out at 57.