Thanksgiving

Home again. This time it was for a second Thanksgiving meal. I didn't think I would come, especially without Wolf with me. But, I got on the train all by myself. No husband, no friend, no dog. And I did just fine.

On our way to the train station, Wolf asked me what I was thankful for. Honestly, I didn't give him much of an answer because I really didn't want to talk about it. Yes, I know how strange (or stupid) that sounds.

Here's the list:

• Wolf, for sticking around through the bad days and dragging me out to do the things I really don't want to do.
• My parents, for patiently dealing with relatives that just don't get it.
• My friends, for dragging me back into socializing, be it through outings, phone calls, or emails.
• My guild, for being so understanding and easy to talk to.
• My dogs, for being my constant daytime companions -- not to mention the cuddles, kisses, and invitations to play.
• My medication, because better living through chemistry is a wonderful thing.

Honestly, I should add the blog to the list... but I need to actually, you know, write. Maybe it'll help me connect the dots better.