Except for what is probably a touch of stomach flu, I’m much better today. Yesterday, I wrote a scene in the new book and finally caved in and called it a day.
Thanks for lending a cyber-ear–it’s nice to know you’re out there, though I do feel bad for whining. I guess the song is right–even cowgirls get the blues.
Then they get back on their horses and ride.
Weather is rainy, but the temperatures are mild, so plenty to be grateful for, now and every day. I truly love my life, my kinfolks and many friends, my critters and my career, and certainly my country. For all her troubles–and when have there not been troubles?–America is so blessed, like her sister, Canada.
Thanksgiving will be quiet around here, but nonetheless sacred for that. No big dinner, no fuss–after all, we’re planning a MAJOR fuss at Christmas and besides, two turkeys in three weeks is too much for me. If you’re gathering with friends and family, savor the together-time. It’s ever so precious. If you happen to be parted from loved ones this year, make somebody else smile. I promise you’ll feel better.
I won’t be going out on Black Friday–I do the majority of my shopping online these days. The tree goes up that day, though, and I’m looking forward to that. It’s so cheery to sit and admire the lights and the shining ornaments, each one with a memory attached. It will be a busy season–I’m making a quick trip to Seattle on Monday to attend a party with Debbie Macomber and a flock of good friends–and of course there’s the big rodeo coming up soon. That’s always fun.
May you and yours be blessed, during the sacred season and all year around.