#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller
Sunday Blog

I would have written a blog on Friday, but the power was off due to a big wind storm. I did the only sensible thing and hied myself to the casino, where there was light, warmth, and action. The whole experience got me to thinking about how many things I take for granted–hot coffee and hot baths, for example. And my computer, which, since I’m not a telephone kind of person anyway, has become my means of staying in touch with the outside world.

I came home when it got dark, still not knowing if the power would be back on, but not wanting the dogs and kitties to be alone and scared. How my heart lifted when I saw the Christmas lights glowing colorfully in the dusk!

I forget to give thanks for things like electricity–until they’re gone. I want to do better in the gratitude department from now on.

Today, I’m meeting a favorite sister-in-law and her beautiful grandchildren for lunch. Sadie’s ear infection is under control, and she’s feeling her old frisky self. I got the packages mailed and some of the cards. It’s clear and sunny today, and the needles of the pine trees in my draw glisten with light.

So very much to be grateful for.

Up Before the Chickens

Yikes. I woke up this morning, thinking it was around six a.m., went downstairs with the dogs, then put the coffee on to brew. It was chortling away before I glanced at the clock and saw the real time–2:25! I thought about going back to bed, but by then, I was wide awake, and so were Sadie and Bernice, not to mention the cats, Cha Cha and Jitterbug, aka JittyKitty. So I sat down with my devotional books and my journals, and now here I am on the blog. It is, at this moment, 5:27. If I had any chickens, they’d still be sleeping! (Which begs the question, Am I smarter than the average hen?)

A glistening tree has sprung up in my living room, most of my packages are ready to mail, and I’ve even drafted my Christmas letter. Just yesterday morning, all that seemed impossible. I was a little overwhelmed, I must admit, having just returned from three days in Las Vegas. Sadie has an ear infection and had to be taken to the vet. As I write this, she’s snoring contentedly behind me. (Am I smarter than the average beagle? Apparently not.)

Somehow, it all gets done.

Looking back over 2006, I have to say, it was a full, busy year. I lost two uncles–my pair of Jacks–Jack Lael and Jack Wiley. I made the move (with a LOT of help) from Arizona to Washington State, and acquired not one but two beautiful homes. I wrote five full length books, saw my first TV movie produced, joined forces with the Humane Society of the United States, and traveled all over the country.

Needless to say, I’m looking forward to 2007, which promises to be–well, a year–filled with blessings and the challenges that enlarge our hearts and make our spirits stronger.

I’m ready.

I guess.

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