Allow me a maudlin moment, señoras y señores. Becoming a father does sentimental things to the brain. There’s so much for which I must give thanks. Being alive and healthy is a big one, for sure. Having a beautiful wife and daughter is another, though not really separate from Exhibit A.
Living in the most beautiful city in the world, give or take a few (I’ve heard a few votes for Seattle on a clear summer day), occasionally brings me to my knees in gratitude. Thanks to our president-elect for wanting what must be the worst job in the world right now, and thanks to all my fellow citizens of all political stripes who believe there’s a way out of this mess and want to work hard to find it. Speaking of jobs, these days you can’t take them for granted; having one that pays a decent wage and allows for a little brain stimulation is more than this ne’er-do-well deserves.
Friends and family who have humor and patience and a place at their table for us, not to mention a place at our table: priceless. I’m also thankful for the discovery of the rare precious Microsaurus Malitas.
Scientists are currently studying her increasingly carnivorous diet and erratic sleeping habits but remain puzzled.
Finally, thanks to everyone reading. I’ve been doing this five years, and as long as San Francisco Giants roam the Earth and break our hearts, I have no plans to stop. Happy Thanksgiving!
