Giving Thanks

I spent a delightfully low-key Turkey Day. Andrew and I were two of three lucky guests at a sumptuous feast provided by the manifestly multi-talented Bernie Sylvester.

I am grateful for the many blessings of my life. I don't kid myself: whatever my difficulties, self-inflicted or otherwise, I lead a charmed life by the standards of humanity at large. I have wonderful friends. I am healthy (if a bit gimpy at the moment), have a reasonably firm grip on my wits, and am entrusted with the continuing opportunity to make my life what I want it to be. For these, and for all the other gifts to which I am blind or of which I remain ignorant, I give thanks.