I’m not really sure why I’m awake this early, but I am. Since I am awake, I went ahead and let the Hound of the Basketballs out, and she’s now back in the living room with me, and asleep in her designated chair. Mrs. M and the Spawn are asleep as well.
That’s the starting point, of course — I’m thankful for my ladies, first, last, and always. But this year has brought me much for which I’m thankful. There are the book and the CD — both saw the light of day this year, and while neither is some sort of Platonic ideal, both bring me satisfaction and the desire to do more. The book has also led me to meet new people in Cyberia and discover an online community of writers helping to keep genre fiction vital and interesting.
I’m thankful to have my friends — a community that I have had learned is both broader and deeper than I might have realized. I have been the beneficiary of so much love, prayer, and support from that community that I have felt like George Bailey at the end of It’s A Wonderful Life.
And of course, there’s the elephant in the room. I’m thankful that the justice system has done its job for my mom and dad. From the police to the lawyers to the judge and the jury, they have allowed me to observe that my brother received the due process he deserved, without cheating my parents of what we deserve as well.
So today, I’ll relax, read, watch TV, and eat turkey, like many folks around the country, and I’ll remember that I have much for which I am thankful, including nice folks like you who find what I have to say interesting enough to look in from time to time. Last night I told a former student that I’m a machine that takes in life and puts out words. But Bishop Berkeley aside, there wouldn’t be much point to it without readers, so I’m thankful for you.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.