Tomorrow morning, I’m off to join my wife and child at my in-laws’ for Thanksgiving. Which is a good thing, because every time they get on a plane without me, my mind can’t help but conjure a fleeting image that I might never see them again. Just one of those stupid, macabre habits I can’t shake.
I’m feeling especially thankful this week. I’m on the other side of a layoff that sucked the entire spectrum of ass, and my wife’s support never wavered. So thank you, sweetie, for the comfort and friendship that anchors me when I feel adrift, and for the life and family that we’re building together.
I feel like the wealthiest debt-ridden galoot that ever walked the Earth. Sorta like Trump.
