I'm thankful that they had a can of cherries at the country store yesterday, to complete my apple-cherry pie, even if it did have Splenda in it.
Thankful for my Vietnamese potbellied pig, Thistle.
Thankful it's not snowing up here yet.
Thankful for a break from NYC, and to be away from the crush of the Macy's Parade.
Thankful for my family, and that one son is half-finished the college app process, while the other one likes to talk politics.
Thankful for my writing group.
Thankful for eccentric friends who live in houses with names like the "Museum of Unnatural History." And I'm also thankful for my not-so-eccentric friends, who own cars and houses and make their credit card payments every month.
Thankful for new ideas, new plots, new characters percolating in my head.
Thankful that Thanksgiving is over.
