Enormo-turkey in fridge.
Variety of squashes in differing sizes.
2 bottles wine.
Fancy-schmancy home-made floral arrangement thingie.

Daughter with raging stomach bug. :(

I know we've gotten off lightly; she's never been 'sick' sick since she was very very small, but it just sucks to have her feeling so sad. Tucked her up in bed and she asked for a special small bear to keep her company in her bed...I wonder if there's ever going to be a time when her sweetness leaves me dry-eyed?

So, off to bed. It's ridiculously early, but it's misty and dark out there, and somehow the bed seems like the right place to be. Goosedown and well-worn pillows, and a mug of chamomile tea. A time to be thankful, a life to be thankful for. Hard to look back a few months and remember how hard I was fighting to keep myself alive. There's always the same old creeping fear that I'll end up in that place again, and that one day I won't be strong enough to stop myself from falling, but for today everything I have is enough, a glut of riches.

It feels like Thanksgiving.