Because it is traditional to make a list of things one is thankful for, I make such a list, a few minutes past midnight.
The husband: my white-haired boy. I could go on and on.
Friends: I have many new friends this year whom I enjoy talking to so very much, and I have lots of friends who've put up with me for ages whose company is also precious to me. I call out nemaihne & Mr N, who feed us ridiculous amounts of food every year.
Pets: Dimmer Dog, Smarter Dog, Uncle Cat, and Manic Mina the No-Longer-Kitten.
Profession: They pay me to do it! Yow!
My continued good health and remarkably boring middle-aged body.
Fandom: Hours of wonderful reading and conversation. From Buffy to B5, from Trek to Who, so much pleasure.
Your conversation with me.
Today's Thanksgiving dinner was in the pattern of the last several years: vast amounts of traditional food cooked by nemaihne, movies and chatting afterward. This year we watched Bringing Up Baby, which I've seen several times before but nobody else in the room had (!), and the recent Narnia adaptation. The Hepburn-Grant was as fabulous as it has ever been in the last 70 years. The C S Lewis was a faithful adaptation with some problems I found interesting.
And now, sleepy time. Tomorrow, writing and responding to your most interesting comments on the performance art of serial-writing.