This is a weird year, and everything is different – routines, traditions, you name it. It’s easy to gripe about it, but really – this is only one short year out of one long lifetime. Quite honestly, it could be so very much worse. I’m reminded of this stark reality every time I pass or turn on or off our freeway exit, when I venture downtown, and every place in between. And when I see the ballooning misery in the richest country on earth, I feel shamefully thankful for our – by comparison – blessed and privileged existence. Yes, we desperately need a new roof, but at least we still have one. And for that, and for many, many other large and small things, I am beyond grateful. It could be SO MUCH WORSE.
I wish you all as good a Thanksgiving as you are able. Count your blessings and hang in there. It won’t be easy, and some of us have had to make unthinkable sacrifices, but I trust this too, shall end. And by now, we should be closer to the end than to the beginning.