To my family, for being there, as a jab in my side when I need one or a rib-crushing hug.
To my job. Thanks. It's nice to have a steady paycheck and a career that fills me up.
To the world. You know why. The mystery and wonder you share is pretty damn special. Even when I'm scared (like in the dark).
To the InterwebTM for brining me in contact with a talented group of writers and artists. Blog high-five.
To that talented group of writers and artitsts...thanks to you, too, for inspiring me to keep at it. Whatever "it" is.
To my brain, imagination, and stubbornness: all for one, and one for all. I'd be drooling in a corner with out you "guys". Sometimes I still am.
So thanks. Those of us in the U.S. don't own thankfullness today, so go get some. Or share some. Or whatever.