For me, it’s a good day to stay in my sweatpants; for others, it’s a good day to pack theirs.

For me, it’s a good day to bake some cookies; for others, it’s a good day to turn off the gas.

For me, it’s a good day to spend some time with my son; for others, it’s a good day to get their kids out of the house and into a shelter.

For me, it’s a good day to write on my blog; for others, it’s a good day to write down all their important numbers, like on insurance policies.

For me, it’s a good day to stay inside and read and catch up on laundry; for others it’s a good day to venture out to safe ground and leave their houses to fend off the rising water.

For me, it’s a good day to enjoy a nice, unexpected, relaxing reprieve from the daily grind of going to work; for others it’s a good day to endure an unexpected, exhausting nightmare.

For me, it’s a good day to relax and reflect; for others it’s a good day to worry and anxiously wait.

There is now, and will be more, record flooding all around me. But I am high and dry in my house on the hill. I don’t have to go anywhere or do anything. We have food and electricity and all the comforts of home. The same conditions that caused me to have a good day are causing too many others to have one of their worst ever. The same event that is impacting thousands near me, wreaking havoc and disruption, and causing damage and destruction is not directly impacting me at all, at least not yet. Except to allow me to have a good day.

I am on dry ground in the middle of a flood zone. Not even a drop of water in my basement. It’s a good day to remember that not everyone is having a good day and that my good fortune is so many others’ misfortune.

I hope I can still conjure that thought when the water recedes.