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[serene]

My house is a wreck, my family of origin is 500+ miles away in either direction, and I just had cancer surgery. That said, you'll forgive me if I feel completely contented and fulfilled right now. I'm cleaning my house in tiny little bursts, which makes me happy. I talked with everyone in my family who was home to be talked to, and that made me happy. I have enough food to eat and partners who love me. Richard Shindell writes a kick-ass folk ballad. My friends love and care about me. My friendslist is full of gratitude and love. I am NOT working for pay today unless I feel like it. I have a cute, squishy "tumor ball" to play with (thanks to loracs). I am drawing my friendship and conversational boundaries like a grown-up.

Basically, the important stuff is all there, and the annoying stuff is just details. Can't think of any better way to spend Thanksgiving.

Love and smooches,

Me

Comments

[hobbitbabe.livejournal.com]

the important stuff is all there, and the annoying stuff is just details.

Your happiness keeps lots of us warm.

Thank you.

[kalmn.livejournal.com]

love and smooches to you, too.

[mamagotcha.livejournal.com]

Back atcha, sweetie!

[vito-excalibur.livejournal.com]

So amazingly happy for you, because you get to be you. You rock.

(hee! Tumor ball! Bleagh!)