Be thankful and happy for what you have, because you never know when it might disappear.
And on a less nihilistic note:
- Hot coffee and crisp bacon, prepared by my skilled & loving sweetie while my lazy ass was (a) still in bed, or (b) upstairs putting together a DVD of photos
- Fun, kind and generous friends who appear in said photos and who have invited us over for a festive Thanksgiving dinner
- Peeling carrots and potatoes with Rhys, marvelling over the irregular sizes and torqued twisty shapes of the organic and oh-so-sweet carrots we picked up at the farmer's market
- Having Rhys tell me, at some length, why he would like to visit Easter Island (his newest obsession... why? I have no idea) and realizing it's the longest uninterrupted speech I've heard him make, like, ever
- Having Fisher come into my room in the morning and snuggle under the covers with me and his Star Wars book
- The opportunity to be sad that we can't see more of our friends on Thanksgiving--this means we have friends, which is swell
- Faraway family to whom I know we will be talking today (and whom I'm already missing)
- At least I don't have freakin' hepatitis or something
- As ever, the kitties
- And books, and the ability to read them
- And pictures:
- And finally, I guess, priorities and the abilities to rearrange them as needed. Yeah.
Happy Thanksgiving. Wish you could be here to taste Jim's fab turkey and my peerless (ahem) mashed potatoes.