It’s Black Friday, which sounds like the noirest day but is really just the day where you hope you don’t run out of toilet paper if you normally get your TP at Wal Mart or Target. It’s been a weird year. Everyone I talk to has this feeling that some months took years and some seemed to peek their head through the door before heading off to wherever months go when they’re off the clock.
I didn’t put much thought into Thanksgiving beyond packing to head to my mom’s and driving. The whole state was just on fire, but it rained before I headed to her place where the smoke was making a constant dusk. I guess I’m thankful for rain. And the community of writers that I’m lucky enough to be a part of.
So Black Friday being a day where I’d really rather stay in, I’m going to get down with a book that’s been on my TBR too long, read some short stories, and remember that it’s the people you have surrounding you and not the stuff. If you brave the hordes, I’m not gonna judge you (actually, last night I was desperate to get out of the house and went to Target to pick up some Christmas gifts, and left just as I felt my blood pressure start to rise). I’m just suggesting we carry that grateful vibe into the weekend. Especially if you still have leftover pie. If you’ve got pie, you really don’t have an excuse to be grumpy.