I had a crappy day today. I was just in a funk I couldn't dig out of, for no particular identifiable reason. So the first thing I am grateful for is my husband, who came home from a new job with a long commute, complemented my cooking, bedded the children and is now doing more work at the house without complaint. If he complained half as much as me, we'd be screwed.
My second thought of gratitude is for God's mercy, when we screw up and act like asses and he forgives us time and again. That's a win for me.