I’ve sat here, staring at the computer screen, for over an hour trying to think of what to write about this week. Actually, I’ve been trying to think of something all week.  Here’s how the thought processes go:

What to do? What to do? Had a visit from an old friend, so perhaps I could write about that. Nah…boring to everyone but me. Advent starts this Sunday, I could…  But then many of my readers aren’t Christian and it’ll mean diddly-squat to them. I’ve been having flashbacks to my childhood lately, perhaps I could…nah, it’d just prove how much older I am than I’ll admit. Gosh my tinnitus is loud this morning.

I could comment on the political scene but why get my blood pressure up? First candle for Advent is “hope”. Surely I can write something about hope! Eg I hope I can think of something for this blog. Can’t write about my eBook yet as it’s still not available. Ooh, that reminds me, I’ve got to pay the invoice they sent me or it won’t ever be available! Jokingly said “Let’s make the writers get together a faux book launch for my book” and now my friend has composed a launch speech, which means I should be more serious about it. I don’t have any posters or post cards or book marks or books to sign… Oh well, the cherries I bought will be nice for the afternoon tea.

The Wonder Dog hasn’t done anything noteworthy to write about: slacker! Going to a farewell party tonight. Hate goodbyes! Mmmmm, pumpkin pie.  Stupid tinnitus. Stupid whiplash. Stupid back. Stupid cancer. Be thankful, you silly cow!

I’m thankful I live in a country that, when I think the government is making stupid, irrational, reckless, cold-hearted decisions, I’m free to say that..out loud…in public and not fear any retribution. Deep breaths, watch the blood pressure.

I’m thankful for all the lovely people in my life who seem to actually like me. Thanks everyone for the laughs, the tears, the hugs, the songs, the coffee (How I miss you, coffee. Stupid pills!), the silliness, the deep conversations, the meals, the presents, the parties… You get the picture.

I’m thankful for my family: the one in which I grew up, and the one I got when I married the Old Boy, and the one we made together.

I’m thankful I’ve written just over 400 words, which is enough for a blog, and my job is done. Yay.