Thankful for . . .
Recently in comments here, Ortizzle allowed that she was "one more drop in the ocean of friends" wishing me well. That didn't sit right with me. First of all, there aren't enough of y'all to make an ocean. You'd be a puddle. A very inviting puddle -- like, to a preschooler with new rubber boots -- but still, a puddle, and you're more than that. I said you're more like a bouquet, in which every flower truly does make a difference. So here you are, in a Thanksgiving bouquet. I thank you for stopping by here, sharing observations, insights, laughs, suggestions, prayers, wishes, vibes, encouragements and other things that defy categorization. Thank you for continuing to visit me even while I continue to suck at visiting you. May you and yours have a very happy celebration of Thanksgiving. Giving thanks to God for you, and hugging you in my heart.
(Please pardon my taking liberties with nicknames and alphabetizalysis. I think I got everybody who's been here from the time WTF Disease began until about 7 a.m. this morning. I hope.)