The Annual Flaunting of Gratitude

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In the spirit of Thanksgiving traditions, the following is my annual list of platitudes & gratitudes. The annual flaunting of gratitude has become my one and only Thanksgiving tradition, celebrated and beloved by myself and myself alone.

This year, I’m thankful for:

1. Airplanes, despite the horrifying and often putrid process of flying.
2. My family, for obvious reasons.
3. Other families, especially the ones who color-coordinate button-downs for the annual holiday photo courtesy of the local JC Penny’s.
4. My body, for not breaking even when it probably should.
5. Mike Mike, who I have known barely more than a year but who reminds me, every day, that love is real, that good men exist, and that I shouldn’t have that third cup of coffee if I want to sleep well tonight.
6. My lack of crypto-currency.
7. Coffee, for fueling my mid-morning, half-crazed bouts of productivity.
8. The girl at Starbucks who correctly adds an “h” at the end of my name.
9. My tiny, perfect cat who is soft, squishy, stinky, and entirely germane.
10. Books because I’m convinced they are the only thing saving society…