Gratitudes 4/8

Woke up. Saw the eclipse. Taught kids some chess for 1.5 hours. Played soccer for another hour and a half. Ate dinner with my little. Finished up some work for classes, wrote part of my thesis, and played some video games. Life is good. Thank you God. 

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