It's a quiet day for us here...hot chocolate and laundry in the morning, dinner at a friend's in the afternoon.
Me: What can I bring?
Friend: You don't really like cooking, do you?
Me: (slight hemming and hawing) Um, I don't mind cooking. I mean, sure, I like cooking. Well enough. I mean, I'd be happy to bring something. I mean...
Friend (taking pity...and possibly remembering the pie I brought last year, which I thought came out OK): Don't worry about it. Seriously.
I'm grateful for friends who understand me. For conversation and warmth and camraderie, which I'll remember long after the the turkey and trimmings are gone. For my sweetie especially. For my family. For everything on this roller coaster publishing journey, ups and downs alike. And for things too many to list but which I hold dear in my heart.
And I'm grateful to you, too, for stopping by and spending a little time. Happy Thanksgiving to you all!