mercurial scribe

And here is my annual list of free-association things I’m grateful for:

Socks - especially the kind where the line doesn’t rub my toes; my fuzzy, affectionate, insecure dog; the ability to read and write; the smell of cloves, cinnamon and vanilla; technology like the internet and iTunes and cable tv; the look in my Husband’s eyes when I make him laugh; my mother’s laugh when I’ve caught her being grumpy and she realizes it; my increasing ability to walk; the little life growing squirmy in my body; medications that actually work; friends who remember birthdays and anniversaries; my Husband who wants me to write from home and raise our children; family who is itchy with excitement to welcome my kid into the world; a loving, forgiving, just God; faith in something bigger than myself; several exciting opportunities that have recently come my way career-wise; a soft bed to snuggle in; a remote to fight over; Shabbat candles, bread and wine (though recently it’s been grape juice); the Christmas season; the way a gel-pen flows so easily over the smooth paper of my Moleskine notebook; ergonomic keyboards; cell phones with text; the fog that rolls over the mountains in the early morning; sleeping late; the feeling of a fully tummy; did I mention the sleeping?

God bless you all and I hope you have much to be thankful for. (Even my Canadian friends, though your Thanksgiving was last month.)

Mercurial out! (Until next Monday anyway…)