Surprise Donuts and other things for which to be Grateful!

Dear Members and Constituents,

On this Thanksgiving eve (and yes, I do realize it is not Friday), I thought I would share with you the top ten list of things for which I’m grateful.

Lack of control. If everything happened the way I would like, there would never be any pleasant surprises.
Celebrities. They serve as a reminder of all the ways my life could go astray if only I had everything I want.
Clouds. I love the fanciful shapes which set my imagination free and the twilight metamorphosis of color which transforms their daylight monochrome personas into impressionistic paintings.
Touch. This underrated sense enhances my experiential tapestry giving me the ability to sense the warmth of a cheek or the smoothness of a caress. The prick of a thorn or the squishiness of play dough.
Minor infirmities. It’s so easy to take so much for granted. There is nothing like a twisted ankle to help us appreciate mobility. If it weren’t for headaches, how could I appreciate the lack of one? (I can’t even think of a word to describe the headache-less state in which I find myself).
Family. I admit to being spoiled in this front. Enough said.
Mortality. How much less do you think would get done if folks felt like they had all the time in the world to do it? There is nothing like the ultimate deadline to motivate me into action.
Friends and colleagues. I have the fortune to be surrounded by great people. People who make going into work each morning a delight and attending social gatherings something to anticipate.
JRR Tolkien. His books (and the movies based upon them) can take me on an exotic vacation on a moment’s notice (at the perfect price).
Coffee and Surprise Donuts. If you are one of the few folks in the office and have the former, there are a couple dozen Krispy Kremes at my desk so you too can enjoy this perfect combination.

Having constrained the list to ten, I left-out a plethora of other things such as my guitar, having a passion, the smell of jasmine and that first bite into a mix of mangoes with whipped cream. Then again, there’s always next Thanksgiving.

Happy Wednesday!

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