My father reminded me on the way home from the big family dinner that I do have much for which to be thankful. And I do, though it really is difficult to clear away the fog of Murphy's Law long enough to give appropriate praise for physical health and economic security. I have the pleasure of loving an amazing man who treats me like a princess. I take a lot of things for granted, nevertheless I'm tired of fighting battles. Maybe I ask for too much or expect too much. Maybe I outgrew Christmas with age. Maybe I actually am lost in a sea of raging idiots. I'm leaning toward the latter and it chips away daily at my usual disposition and temperament. I want one day to pass without a major trial, and to forget for one day the notions of deployment and war and divorce and wrong-doers. I want a simple task to be effortlessly executed.
Perhaps tomorrow will be the day, a Christmas miracle, if you will.