So much to give thanks for in this very difficult year that I can’t fully articulate it.
I’m thankful my issues proved not to need chemo-therapy.
I’m thankful my working on the house during recovery did not cause major problems.
I’m thankful older son has moved out and is pursuing his vocation.
I’m thankful it hurts a lot not to have him around, because if it didn’t, what would that mean for our family?
I’m thankful I have younger son for six months more, at least. And I’m thankful he’s — against all expectations for someone in his percentile — gregarious and outgoing as well as a good student.
I’m grateful the cats are all still with us, despite their having told us two years ago that Miranda had six months at most.
I’m thankful I’m feeling better and that writing is coming back. Not as fast as I wish it, but it’s coming back, as is my strength. (Even if the stupid-tired still clobbers me out of nowhere after some effort.)
I’m thankful that the place we’re renting suits us.
I’m thankful we have houses to consider.
I’m thankful for this blog and the friends and fans I’ve found here. In a way all the regulars have become family.
I’m thankful for Baen who has been very understanding of the illness-and-move caused chaos and who, in this dog-eat-dog world has provided me a family of colleagues who are like brothers and sisters (squabbling sometimes, but brothers and sisters.)
I’m thankful for indie, which as I recover will allow me to publish those things that are just not Baen. Yes, as the illness subsides and the Great Move of Fifteen is completed once we find a house and move into it, there will be orphan kittens and the rest of the vampire musketeers, as well as Darkship Revenge and the Dragon trilogy.
But most of all I’m thankful I have my husband, without whom none of this would matter. I’m thankful he decided to marry the weird Portuguese chick who wanted to write sf, and I’m thankful our love has deepened through the last thirty years.
Yeah, it’s been a difficult year, in which strength and will power were demanded that I could hardly summon. But we’ve come through the challenges and, heaven willing, next year will be easy.
May the next year be easier for every one of the regulars on this blog, may you be blessed with love and health and something you enjoy doing, which provides your livelihood.
The times are dire and scary but we have each other and we have many reasons to be thankful for, most of us. Good measure, pouring over, and given without our doing anything to deserve it.
Today, we go and eat turkey and enjoy our families and/or friends.
Tomorrow we resume the fight. And that too I’m grateful for. While we battle, we’re alive.
In the end, we win, they lose. Be not afraid.