When I read my email this morning, I discovered mail sent last night from an old friend and former colleague suggesting I call before midnight, as he was in town and had something to deliver from a collective.  I said I’d be around, and if he called I could meet him, so that’s what he did.  A substantial number of Panix folk were listed on the note that accompanied the gift.  It was, let’s say, a sweet start to the day.

The rest of my morning was quiet enough, although my sweetie went through a long process of frustrating telephone communications with his drug plan about coverage for some medication.  (Interestingly, today’s postal mail included confirmation that he’s covered.)

This afternoon we went for a walk, using a drug store half a mile away as our target.  The weather was unusually mild, and I enjoyed the walk, but it did knock me out some.  When we got back, he decided to call a friend, and while they were talking he was interrupted by call waiting from another friend, delivering an enormous care package of foods.  They were very thoughtfully selected, and included some candidates for the crackers I mentioned earlier.  I met her in the lobby of our building, and we had a chance to talk for a little while before I went back upstairs with my goodies.

I see that I haven’t mentioned this before:  For years now, my sweetie has declared every day Thanksgiving Day, because we’ve been so lucky and so happy together.  It’s become more poignant now, but it’s still true, and we still feel it.  So today I received many gifts, and, as usual, it’s Thanksgiving Day.