I am thankful for so much.
So it turns out that there is a coming day for giving thanks and I shall avail myself of such a chance.
The other night my daughter texted me "love you so much."
I am thankful for her and her peculiar kind of genius.
I am thankful for my mother and my family.
I am thankful for all of my friends, from my various beer-drinking buddies (scattered across half a dozen states now) to my former colleagues, to all the people who have befriended me in my 55 years.
And during this odd little trip I've been taking this year, I am incredibly thankful for all the new people who have reached out to me during my difficulties.
I cannot thank enough the complete stranger who offered me his guest cottage on Lake Lemon. He's not just given me a place to live but has become a trusted friend.
I thank another stranger who loaned me his Caddy SUV to travel to a job interview in another state.
I'm thankful to all the social service agencies, particularly the smiling volunteers at Community Kitchen.
I am thankful for all the small gestures of support and friendliness on what could have been a lonely road.
I am thankful to beautiful nature, which I didn't always appreciate when I was a busy and slightly bombastic editor.
I am thankful, not in order, for the servers who've befriend me, Netflix, A-A Ron Rodgers and his Packers, "The Queen's Gambit," fellow journalists in what might have been the most difficult year for reporting since 1968, beer, mountain gorillas, John Couger Mellenball, this dumpy little laptop that keeps me connected to the world. Hell, I'm thankful for a great glass of water here in Bloomington, which has delicious tap water by the way.
And, dear readers, I am thankful for you so much. My first blog had a total of 55 page views, of which 45 were mine and 10 from my executive editor. Had I known how much attention this endeavor would attract, it would have been much more sophisticated.
I'll return Monday unless I have breaking news.
Peace and thanks unto you my brothers and sisters.