I’m thankful for this furball.
And this furball.
And our happy life, together, in San Francisco.
Thankful for these two trouble makers.
Thankful for friends and family.
Especially thankful to be moving to San Francisco in January.
It’s not just about awesome food – but awesome food certainly helps.
Next year I’m cutting the turkey.
Depending on where and when you read this, Thanksgiving just passed and you are likely recovering from a tryptophan overdose. Additionally, you might be recovering from staying up all night in anticipation for a Black Friday deal that was too good to pass up. Or, you just took the day off and enjoyed time with your family. Then again, it could just be another day in November. Ultimately this means that I am a bit torn in my direction for this week’s post. With the end of the fall rush of video game releases, there is virtually nothing of interest as far as intriguing news stories goes. However I have a self-imposed obligation to deliver on a weekly basis, so something must be done. This means that this week, instead of an “editorial” of sorts, I think a bit of reflection is in order. Tis the season, right?
Honestly, I hope you are reading this AFTER family, food, football, fun and whatever alliterative word you want to fill in for Thanksgiving. While I do have a lot to be thankful for, I’m more concerned with being with those things that I am thankful for than typing it out. Nothing against you guys – I love you all – but aside from the occasional twitpic of foodums from the kitchen, I’m hoping for a pretty calm and off-the-grid kind of day.
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours.