It’s Turkey day and I’m holed up at home with a runny nose, watery eyes and a deep cough. After the 2-week bronchial jag I mumbled through in September/October, I’m not taking any chances with this one. Pulled out all the stops and even tried that crazy rub Vicks Vapo-Rub on your feet, don socks and climb into bed approach to soothing a nighttime cough (incredibly, it worked!) So no parties or gatherings for me. Plague dogs stay home!
And yet, I’m eternally grateful to have a quiet day to putter. I’m grateful for the puddle of sun warming my feet. I’m grateful for the stack of unread housing magazines and the time to peruse them unfettered by obligations. I’m grateful I’ve got everything I need to pull together a wonderful turkey dinner for myself. And, I’m eternally grateful that Chicken Little’s dad is a hands on dad and, as luck would have it, on parent rotation this holiday. I’m so happy not to expose her to my germs and grateful for the luxury of time to rest.
Speaking of Chicken Little. She’s a little gratitude generator all by herself. No one can match her wicked sense of humor. She’s a model of acceptance and unconditional love. How can I not be grateful for her?
I’m also grateful for all the wonderful people in my life – family, friends, clients and all the folks who help me get by and do what I do. I don’t say it enough but THANK YOU!
Wherever you are, however you’re celebrating, I wish you a Very Happy Thanksgiving!
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