This year, my holiday started Wednesday night and went to Friday morning, and that felt like luxury. I counted myself lucky (hmm, I mistyped that as “counted myself lucy,” heh heh) that I got to say “Good morning” to all of the Walshes staying in my parents’ house the day after Thanksgiving, including those who normally wouldn’t be up at 8 in the morning. Before that, we had 13 people for T-Day Dinner, and I had drinks. And I was wobbly. My comment that night: “Being an alcoholic would NOT make me a better writer…” Yes, I can’t really hold liquor, and now I don’t think I’d really like holding my liquor…
Finally, for this morning: My family kicks ass. I wanted you to know.