We’re so lucky. It’s time to count our blessings and I have
many.
*Dinner tomorrow with family, including a big turkey and—most
importantly, mashed potatoes. OK, even more importantly, grandchildren.
*My faithful readers, reviewers, and fans.
*The mystery writing community—a bunch of the nicest people
I could ever have hoped to fall in with. Many thanks for the camaraderie,
support, and understanding.
*Living in a country that is still, in spite of many failings,
a good place to live. It’s way better than being in Syria right now, for
instance.
*My health (for my age, as my doctors always say, bless
their hearts).
*My thumb surgery, which will alleviate my pain and make it
more useful so I can write more books.
*The beautiful place where I live, which will recover from
the current drought and wildfire smoke and be beautiful again because, again,
there are grandchildren here. AND another set not too far away.
*The fact that, as Hubby and I often marvel, we have three
children who are all healthy and happy and like each other and even like us.
*The corollary to the above, that we have seven marvelous
grandchildren, each one a delight in their own way.
I hope you have a wonderful Turkey Day, or as one movement
wants to declare, Mashed Potatoes Day.
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