A very small blessing

Tonight our cable stopped working, which sent Justin running out of the house to find another television on which he could watch the England game. This meant that for the first time in what seems like forever, the apartment was not filled with the sound of crazed soccer fans cheering. But the true blessing was that 5 minutes after he left, the cable started working again and I caught the end of Easter Parade and all of An American in Paris. I love all these old musicals. So the small blessing was a peaceful evening, spent happily singing along to the television. I suppose Justin might also consider it a small blessing that he was not around to have to listen to me.