Well, I spent Thanksgiving weekend sick in Omaha, which sounds awful, but I was grateful. I was with the SO's family, including three high-energy grandkids who were laboring under the impression that I was just a large toy to be physically abused. I was happy to be able to instruct the oldest boy (age 6) in the finer points of "I know you are but what am I?" and "I'm rubber, you're glue…".
I also benefited from a traditional Thanksgiving dinner which I haven't had in long enough to not remember when. So despite my sickness and the general mortality fears that keep growing, I find myself quite grateful for my life.
[Roaring 20s] The New Next Thing
