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Thanksgiving Post

For those who toil during the day, tending the light of civilization in ways unseen; to those whose work knows no set schedule, who stand ready to shoulder the wheel from sun to sun; to all whose lives have a purpose greater than self-gratification, who lift us up with them as they climb; and lastly but far from least, for those who stand far from civilization’s light, who keep watch from the dusty wasteland to the green hell, from the river’s mouth to the oceans green and blue, we give thanks that our lives may continue, largely, miraculously, in peace.

For all the blessings I forgot to mention or haven’t noticed yet, I give thanks as well (in blissful, but acknowledged, ignorance).

May each of you and yours be well, eat your fill and in this know full well the fortune that we all have in this life, meek or strong, we are Odd, and that is good. Take care, folks. Appreciate ya.

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Because the Fates have a bloody awful sense of humor.

 

Working an eclectic schedule, picked up another job the very *day* I started this blog, and sleep has become an addiction I can’t satiate.  Naps are crack.  A full night’s rest, if you could package and sell it I’d be a junkie in a heartbeat.  Even though I don’t touch alcohol, don’t smoke, and won’t snort, shoot up, or inhale those quaintly termed recreational substances my fellow humans seem so enamored of.

 

My moonshiner ancestors must be damned disappointed in me.

 

Anyways, stand by, ye passers by.  Bide.  Keep yer head down, and keep on keepin’ on.  Down here in the mud a soul’s got to make the best of things he can.  Peace.

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