(My fully ink-utilized pen.)
Today I finished a pen. It didn't dry out or get lost or stolen. I finished all the ink in a combination of productivity, doodles and brainstorms. How often does that happen? It's these small pleasures I am grateful for while working late. I accept that I missed dinner at home tonight and that my wife and son will be asleep when I get home. I wouldn't trade dinner with my family for an empty or a full pen. Knowing I must trade dinner on occasion for responsibility to my profession, however, I am grateful for this moment when I am given pause to reflect on a pen's ink fully utilized.