I've been trying to distill everything I'm thankful for into a single phrase, or list, a kind of "favorite treasures" box kept underneath my bed or tucked behind a loosened brick in the pantry as in old English country-house stories. But I'm feeling unable to choose, distinguish. I'm grateful in such enormous ways for so much, so many—everyone and everything I love. For life itself, simply irreducible.
Happiest Thanksgiving to all.