It's a bit after two o'clock, Thanksgiving morning.
We have an old friend staying with us, one I've seen too rarely over the years.
The boys are here for the holiday. My cousin is here. There will be a couple of others for dinner this evening.
It's a smaller gathering than we've had some years. But one rich in spirit.
My sister, who died last December, will be with us in spirit and in the ashes I still don't know what to do with. And there are the chicken bones. (If you don't know, don't ask; if you do know, you needn't ask.)
The Dictators (once again, if you don't know, don't ask; if you do know, you needn't ask) provide moral support, friendship across the country, and much snark.
In the last couple of years there has been a reconnection with old friends from grade school and college.
I've met in person a few more of my fellow blawggers.
Death sentences continue to trend down.
Obama pardoned another turkey. Sadly, I must report that he continues to deny that same compassion and mercy to people. No President since John Adams has been so stingy. Adams, of course, defended the British soldiers who fired on colonists. Obama sends drones to kill those he puts on a hit list.
On balance, the man who tied his dog to the roof of his car would have been worse.
Amid the carnage of war and pestilence and disaster, we have stumbled through in reasonable health and comfort. Many others, have not.
Thanks for reading.