Gone all day — poor little orphan me, visiting some wonderful people who were nice enough to include me in their Thanksgiving festivities. Children all over the place, and I played Scrabble for the first time since I was a kid. And I won! In fairness I should say that they beat me at a game called “Taboo” — which really hurts, because I have never met a taboo I didn’t somehow attempt to break, thwart, or at least question!
I am amazed that so many people are blogging today. Wish I had posted earlier, but I just got home.
To anyone crazy enough to be visiting here today, thank you for coming! I am lucky to have every last one of you as readers, and I don’t really mean to call you crazy, because I am crazier and lonelier than most people, and this blog is my attempt to make sense out of a troubling world — in many ways a substitute for therapy. So I really am grateful for every single reader.
And yes, in keeping with the tradition of the season, and this blog, I did find a classical thanksgiving message:

Reckon the days in which you have not been angry. I used to be angry every day; now every other day; then every third and fourth day; and if you miss it so long as thirty days, offer a sacrifice of thanksgiving to God. How the Semblances of Things are to be combated. — Epictetus Chap. xviii.

Hmmmm……….. That sounds like an anger management technique, if you ask me…. (Hope I have the right blog!)
Speaking of which, Don has a great post today about doing the hardest thing he ever had to do. He’s thankful to be alive. All of us should be thankful to be alive.
When things are going well, it’s too easy to forget…..