It occurs to me that Thanksgiving is passed without (on this blog) an acknowledgment to all the folks to whom I am thankful. Because, for all of my introverted nature, I must fess up to being thankful to others in my life.
To my boss, who both challenges me and feeds me enough kudos to make the demn’d horrid grind worth it.
To my readers and commenters here, who provide the feedback to power the mental mills that grind out this blog (et al.). I might do it otherwise, but the egoboo (and the emotional connections, and intellectual challenge) of you, the folks reading this, make the effort here more than worthwhile.
To the friends in my geographical area, and those beyond. You keep me grounded in humanity in a way that I cannot express.
To my family, blood side and in-law side, who constantly renew my faith in the human race, and in something outside my immediate household.
To my daughter, who (for all she occasionally drives me batty) keeps me on my toes and eternally hopeful for the future.
To my wife, who makes life worth living, to a degree that most mental health professionals would consider pathological, but that I consider the test of what I am as a person. I love you, my dear.
Thanksgiving is traditionally intended to focus on giving thanks to the Deity that makes it all happen. Given the wealth in my life (most of it immaterial), if Someone Upstairs is making it happen, I owe You a beer or fifty.
Thanks, all.