So, my uncle is slowly recovering, both physically and mentally (brainularly...new word, perhaps?). There have been so many ups and downs at the hospital, but now he is out and moved into a temporary residence until he is able to interact enough for a full-time rehab center. He is talking a little (and hoarsely), and by his responses and initiations in conversations he is still his old self, saying a cold beer would be nice and that things will be a ‘piece of cake’. It is all good now, though some family members would like his recovery to be even quicker.

My daughter turn one year old earlier this month. Sometimes I look at her and am just awed at how much she’s grown and developed, and it’s only been a year. Crazy stuff.

So, today’s entry is just reportage. I’ve an essay to write by Monday, so I’m saving all of my thinking for that. Though, I do give thanks for all the good things in my life (the things to remember when I’m feeling blue). I wish a happy Thanksgiving to you too (if you’re in the U.S., if not then just a regular happy day to you!).