Giving Thanks

Yes, I know I'm a hack. Save your breath.

I'm thankful the network censors gave the green light to the promos for William Shatner's new game show, becuase I laugh like a schoolgirl every time I hear the deep announcer voice say, "Shat-tastic!"

I'm thankful Iggy didn't die, but simply moved to a tonier address.

I'm thankful for the unbridled laughter of AJ and for the simplicity in which I am able to summon it with a certain look or, in one recent instance, by flashing him a BA.

I'm thankful for the 30% of the time I actually win a race.

I'm thankful to still have a job even though I haven't done it very well this year and for my colleagues and superiors who totally understood why that was.

I'm thankful for family and friends who've lifted me up so much during this trying year and for their support and kind words, even if most of the time I don't believe them.

I'm thankful I don't have to go anywhere near an airport this weekend. Same for when I go to Vegas.

I'm thankful I made it here. It was touch and go for a while. It's not the greatest place I've ever been, but it's miles better than there. Some days I never thought I'd get out of there, times when it took every ounce of strength to get from dawn to dusk. But I still have this life and--more and more--it gains weight on the one I lost. I'm thankful that AJ has come through as well, with what appears on the surface to be a minimum of pain and confusion, plus the added joy of an improved closeness in our relationship. And I'm pleased to have a bottle of Bushmills at home, which I'm going to climb into this evening and toast every one of you SOBs out there reading this. Cheers and Happy Thanksgiving.