This is the time of year when people pause and reflect on the blessings they've received. Or not. Me, I choose to be grateful for a number of things, starting with the simple fact that I never expected to live this long, but nonetheless have, despite the efforts of sundry critters and the ill-wishes of a number of people.
So, life. A comfortable existence. Still looking for that mission, though I think I'm beginning to realize what that mission might be, and that I might already be in the middle of it. Colonel Kurtz would find it incomprehensible.