Thanks

Thankfully, we got the fresh turkey out of Epicure Market in a lightning commando raid. My favorite gay Morman, Dave, rode shotgun against the J.A.P.s and G.A.P.s (much better than SF); everyone knows Mormons are reliable, hence the dependence upon them for The Secret Service. Mr. Turkey brined all night and is now in the oven, where--while making a spinach and tomato soup--I am basting and rotating every fifteen minutes. My skills at basting won me the title of Master Baster last year.

I am thankful for:

My very, special friend without whom I would be lost, who has always had an answer for when I had an anxiety attack, a broken heel, or a hurricane.

My many friends who are good-hearted and intelligent in a land lacking such qualities.

The place I work, despite the stress it can cause.

The place I live, because I seldom have to wear a jacket and get to look at so many cute boys.

Good health and good humor.

and, of course,

The special friend.

I hope happiness embraces all of you.

Alexis