It's in the 30s and dropping outside my window as I "work" (seriously, folks, the news world screeches to a halt on holidays)
So, in an annual tradition (at least I think...I'm not going to check), here's my list of things I'm thankful for.
I'm thankful for the Internet. Not only does it keep me employed, but it helps keep me entertained when I'm stuck at "work".
I'm thankful for books. I spend way too much time staring at screens, so it's nice to pick up a book and read. That's why I'll never buy an e-book reader or whatever. It's not the same.
I'm thankful for my relative health.
I'm thankful for my family, strange as they are (Mom won't eat turkey. Never has), and hope that in the coming years, they'll move closer so I can use them as babysitters.
I'm thankful for the Metro bus system that generally gets me where I'm going, usually on time, for somewhat less cost than driving myself.
I'm thankful for CSX, which doesn't seem to mind when Xander and I park outside their switching yard so Xander can watch the trains go by.
I'm thankful for Squeaky. I know I've not always been the best husband, and I apologize for that. You are my rock in a sea of life, an anchor I can hug and hold when the waves are crashing around me. I love you very, very much.
I'm thankful for Xander. You are a wonder, a joy, a royal pain in the butt, an angel, a devil, and one of the two greatest things that's ever come into my life (your mother's the other one, Boo). I also love you very, very much.
And, I'm thankful for the last year in which I could enjoy all these wonderful things and looking forward to many more.
There are certain regulars on my Metro route to and from work. One of them is a mentally-odd man who says nothing to anyone, just carries his lunch bag around with laminated cartoon characters attached to it.
A few times in the afternoon, he'd work to get on the bus before me and take the seat I had previously taken every day.
I moved up the line one stop to let me get the seat (and the legroom) that I wanted.
I did that again today, and he was at the next stop. He looked at me...and didn't get on.
One of the other regulars turned and said "You're in his seat, so he won't get on".
I was shocked. The hell? It's a bus seat. In the mornings, he doesn't sit there, or anywhere near it. But he wouldn't get on the bus because I was in "his" seat, even though it was mine long before he started riding the bus.
Grrr. There's only a certain number of "good" seats on the bus. Three, to be exact, unless you want to be sitting over the engine or have the sun shining on you the whole way up I-75.
So now, I'm trying to figure out where to sit tomorrow.
And today, for the first time, my seatmate fell asleep. On me.
Fortunately, she wasn't some smelly, drunk bum, but a young woman who probably was up too late. I had to wake her when we got to my stop, and that kinda startled her.
People were always amazed that I, running a TV station's Web site, didn't have a Blackberry or Treo or iPhone to surf the net remotely.
But they were expensive, and I deemed them not worth the cost.
However, our plan with Sprint was up, and I decided to see if someone else had a better plan.
As it turned out, when I called to cancel our account, Sprint really wanted to keep us.
So now, Squeaky and I have Palm Centros (or would it be Centroes....grr)
I don't think me having one is quite as dangerous as when I first learned the Internet existed (1994, grad school, BGSU), but I can tell my bus rides are going to be much less boring now. Zippy 11:06 PM