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It's Thanksgiving Day

And on this, the most quintessentially American holiday, I am thankful for:

My husband, who is a soft-hearted lunatic with a brain the size of a planet, and my best friend. At the moment, he is promising the kitten that our Thanksgiving dinner will be turdutten, which is a turkey stuffed with a duck stuffed with a kitten.

The cat and the kitten, who wake me up at night playing, knock mugs of coffee into my lap, and then fall asleep on top of me purring.

My job, which I've had for six and a half years now, right through the post-dotcom bust, at which I have the pleasure of designing and making a thingie I'm proud of.

Friends T & S (aka T & nemaihne), at whose home we will be eating turdutten this afternoon, while stalked by their two entertaining cats. May your upcoming year be more rat-filled than the last year was.

My new fandom friends:
secondalto, who was my very first friend here in Buffy fandom, and who puts up with my pushy beta-reading.
kivrin, who coaxed me into writing Giles and Holmes.
glimmergirl, who translates things into Latin for me and defnerrs me and makes me think about literature in ways I don't normally think about it.
theblackmare, who generosity of spirit astounds me.
wide_rider, the first fandom friend I've met in person, who is a ton of fun.
All of you, even those of you I don't know well yet. I look forward to reading about your lives every day. And reading your stories.

Good books.
Good music.
Good bourbon.
My three weeks in London in May with my sister and my husband.
Things that smell good: Lush and BPAL.
The daily coffee walk with my coworkers.
Joss Whedon's universes.
ASH's cheekbones.
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