The stock market is always open the day after Thanksgiving.
Thus: I always have to work the day after Thanksgiving.
No matter how stuffed and stupid with turkey I am, I must don my corporate-casual-Friday uniform and beach my whale-feeling self on the shores of capitalism.
On with the gratitude!
I’m happy to have a job, of course. Without my job, we would have been hip-high in shit for the past two and a half years.
Which brings me to bullet-point # 2 on the Thankful List: my husband is back at work. He was laid off from his job as a commercial journeyman electrician in September of 2002. Yeee-ikes! In June of this year, he finally got work. Let’s hear it for a recovering economy! (Those two and a half years were free of working-mother guilt for me … and replete with relief that I had a good job.)
I am thankful forever and always for my smart, funny boy with his interesting mind and beautiful eyes.
I am thankful for calm seas on my marital voyage. We get sodden and windblown at times – like every married couple. I have a
I am thankful for this morning’s half hour of writing, when I knew exactly where my MC was going, and sank so deeply into the story that I didn’t worry about word counts or challenge deadlines or the publishing industry. I enjoyed my visit to The Zone - where the writing feels so good it’s like a heady brew.
I am thankful for posts like this from an agent’s blog. Just what the doctor ordered!