Happy Thanksgiving, Magpies!
I am deeply grateful for each of you and your companionship this trying year. I will specifically never (not ever! not ever ever!) forget your outpouring of kindness and support after I shared that I had contracted COVID earlier this year, and I have treasured your intellectual and emotional camaraderie on subjects as disparate as the uses of sorrow and the things we cared about at 18 (almost none of which matters now).
This is a weird year, and I know that most of us are spending the holidays not as we wish to, but as we must. Hang in there, pour an extra glass of champagne, put on that nap dress, and may God bless you and yours.
P.S. Our family Thanksgiving prayer — which always (!) brings a tear to my eye — is here. I know many of you have adopted this in your own families. I doubt I’ll be able to get through it this year in particular without crying.
P.P.S. If you’re looking for diversion (and/or are new here!), introduce yourself to the Magpie community here! I love reading these answers. So many interesting people read this blog.
P.P.P.S. If you want a total escape…