It’s that wistful time of year, when I am giving thanks, or trying to.
Thanks for what I have. That is obvious: a roof over my head, something to eat on my plate, something to cover my nakedness, and something to do.
Thanks for what I don’t have, which would not have been good for me: various health issues, loss and desolation, and many more things I feared that didn’t materialize.
Thanks for being here, still. Like a wise old man once told me: “They give me a day, I take it.” Last I heard he is over a hundred years old, and just got a birthday greeting from the president.
But most of all—
THANKSGIVING Week, and I feel propelled to thank you.
Thank you for reading this, and thank you for comments you have made in the past. You let me know I was not alone.