It’s a cold night, isn’t it? Sometimes when it’s cold, I like to wear my hooded sweatshirt in the house. I bend over the computer hooded like a monk. Except that a real monk probably wouldn’t have ear buds feeding the Chaconne in D Minor into his brain. Ah, Bach.

Have you been well fed? Have you communicated your thankfulness to the Creator Spirit of your understanding? Good. Don’t worry if some of what you’re thankful for is remembrance and regret. No doubt you have what you need tonight; God has seen to our necessities. And it’s endemic — we make what we made since the world began. Or as my Mom has said to me, “we never miss the water ’til the well runs dry.”

I’m thankful, as I always am, for the loved ones God has blessed me with today, and for those apart and far away. If that means you, know that you were in my thoughts; or if you prefer, that I was with you in spirit.