Opus 2022-317: Thanksgiving +1

I was getting so blessed this morning I started to wonder what was wrong with me.  Surely, something must be wrong.  After reviewing my family, spiritual and physical rightness I decided I needed to spend a bit of energy wondering what was lacking.  I have a growing list:

I am not a millionaire.  Not yet anyway.  I have hopes that inflation may put me in that club.

I am not a Democrat.  That means I can’t just turn my brain off, believe everything The Party tells me and generally live off the hard work of others.  Bummer.  Life would be so much easier.

I am not 19 years old.  Of course that raises the question of whether I would want to be that young again.  I would have so little hindsight to guide me that it would be a very confusing condition.  I couldn’t say, “I told you so” near as much as I do now.

I don’t have a dacha outside Moscow, a ski lodge in Aspen or a bank account in the islands.

I don’t have a subscription to the L.A. Times.

I don’t need a hip replacement.  Yet.  Of course, there still may be time.

C/PM went out of business.  You don’t know what C/PM was?  It was awesome.

Hmmmm...  It does not seem to be working.  I still feel blessed.

homo unius libri