More than 59 probably

Briefly, as I sit in another airport on the next to the last leg of this. I am primarily thinking that it's funny how much humans in general annoy me, for example the woman seated behind me loudly on her phone, and yet how what brings me the most happiness is people. The people I've traveled with, the ones who have welcomed me into their homes, people who took time out of their busy lives to clear a space for me to come in and occupy the whole space for a meal, a day, a weekend. I read a story about someone who used a rosary not for prayer but to remind himself of all the beauty and wonder in his life. There is a lot of beauty and wonder in nature, trees and flowers and for example the moon last night overhead and concealed by clouds, then bursting forth with a host of stars in the crisp night air. But it's people and the beautiful things people do, large scale and small, art and kindness, that would fill most of my rosary. I am so blessed, I am so lucky, I am so grateful.