That photo might be a little less blurry if I hadn’t had an Irish coffee after I put the turkey in the oven.
Happy Thanksgiving, to those who celebrate.
I am thankful for books and for readers (you!) and for colleagues and for the ability to have done the job I love for another year. I am thankful for giant ridiculous dogs (he has a fresh new bone from the guy we buy our beef and this Norman-Rockwell-esque heritage breed field-raised turkey from–I jog past the cattle on my long runs) and for cats who think they are King of Everything. I am thankful for enough to eat and for my health and for a warm place to sleep. I am thankful for the disasters that only grazed us, but mindful of the people (some of them friends and colleagues) who bore the brunt.
I am thankful for the American Electorate, 51% of whom turned out to say that racism, xenophobia, homophobia, and denying evidence are not okay. I am thankful for the Budong episode of Farscape, which kept me amused while I shoved my hand up a turkey’s ass before lunch.
I am thankful for my family, and for my friends (you!), and for my brilliant writing partner, and for my Shadow Unit colleagues, and for my amazing editor, and for my amazing agent, and for my love, who is having his own holiday halfway across the continent but is very present in my heart.
Thank you. The world is hard, and bad things happen, but to misquote Kurt Vonnegut… sometimes it is good to pause and contemplate and say, “This is pretty nice, right here.”
It is the best American holiday.
P.S. Oh my god it smells like delicious caramelizing turkey ALL UP IN HERE RIGHT NOW.