The Day After

The day after Thanksgiving.  It was a bright, sunny day today, seasonably chilly (as chilly goes here in the northern reaches of Southern California).  I like the day after the holiday almost as much as the holiday day itself.  It's quieter, more peaceful (especially since I avoid the plague of Black Friday), and there's more time to contemplate what Thanksgiving is really all about.

I have much to be grateful for this year.  A roof over my head, a heater that turns on with a push of a button, a fireplace and a stack of wood by the door -- and a husband who assumes all responsibility for getting the fire going. 

I baked bread today, there's a pot of soup bubbling on the stove, and I'm sipping a glass of wine.  I'm aware of how lucky I am to eat well. 

I have a kitty on my lap, and a bag of beautiful wool yarn by my chair, in the process of being knit up into a sweater.  How fortunate I am to have the luxury of time to knit. 

I am thankful for the ability to pursue my dreams, for my friends and family who don't think I'm in the least bit crazy, for the many artists and businesswomen who have inspired and encouraged me in my pursuits, and most of all for John, who supports me like no one else.  How thankful I am to have a partner to love and be loved by.

Happy Thanksgiving to all.