Oh what a year what a year what a mighty fine year!
I’m full of gratitude, and also a certain kind of sadness. My mother left this morning, the last of my Thanksgiving visitors to leave. My daughter and her boyfriend left early because my 1970s furnace came to the end if its long long life, flooding the basement floor where they were staying. Insurance will pay for the floor, our emergency house fund will pay for the new furnace. We didn’t freeze for the few days we were without heat, although I was terribly afraid of being uncomfortable. Grateful, and sad.
As I write, Colleen is on a Skype call with the campaign we’re working on. A fool’s errand this is, our district is impossibly gerrymandered against us so that we can’t count. We can’t count, but we can make big noise when we go down.
November, AA’s month of gratitude. My list is infinite and it all begins and ends with my miraculous sobriety.