The calm before
The house is still, but the coffee is brewing.
The mashed potatoes were done yesterday, but there are still pies awaiting final assembly and baking. Everything is on track. Later today, when the crown roast of pork comes out of the oven and the prosecco is uncorked and poured, Kathleen and Alice and John Paul and I will sit at table and pause for a moment to reflect on how uncommonly fortunate we are.
I’m getting a head start.
The primary, principal, foremost cause for gratitude is the affection of my wife and children.
But there are others.
It was sheer luck that I drifted into the work that has given such satisfaction for 29 years, and it was by luck that I have been able to work for a distinguished newspaper for the past 22. At The Sun I have had the support of three editors, John Carroll, Bill Marimow and Tim Franklin, in efforts to build up and sustain the work of the copy desk, and the company of the colleagues who work on it.
And — this is the point of this post — I have come to know some of you, my readers. You comment, you correct me, you send me personal notes, and you keep coming back (no doubt desperate for amusement). There are scores of you, apparently thousands, if Google Analytics is accurate, whom I do not know at all but who have become regular readers. It’s amazing.
So, this afternoon, as I settle, nearly comatose with food and drink, with coffee and brandy by the fireside, It is unlikely that you will be much in my thoughts. But tomorrow I will have to come up with something for you to read.
Thank you for visiting.