Well, not for us, but for Lew (the husb), because it's Canada's Thanksgiving and since he feels more Canadian that American, I wanted to see if he noticed I remembered. If he remembers to read this. If not, TFB for him.
So, the trail continues, the energy depletes and is temporarily restored. Being at one with lack of pain is a good place to be. As temporary as it might be.
For that I am grateful, and to a couple of new (but seem like forever) friends who have brought some comfort into this wandering girl's and boy's life.
So, I come not with a scowl but a purpose. When I discover exactly what that purpose is, you'll be the first blog to know. It's in me and gots to come out, according to a favorite blues lyric.
And while I am not paying myself for writing this, I promise not to write for free anymore on the Web. Scout's promise. If being a girl scout for 3 months grants me that option.
Yes to yes to yes to yes.
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