I can look at this title and think ‘oxymoron’, and still rejoice.
Maybe twenty-five years ago, I wrote a heartfelt poem ‘The Ten Best Things About The Puppy Dying’ ttp://www.jackdogwelch.com/?p=19048 Losing Money was terribly sad and I was trying to look on the bright side.
Last time I thought of that, a couple years ago now, was when Hagrid, my old giant companion passed away.
This plague feels like a beloved canine has died.
No disrespect to the 265,000 dead Americans et al., please understand that.
No one has escaped. I understand that.
Truth is, Thanksgiving 2020, I am not as happy as I was.
It feels like something important is missing.
A year of our lives pretty much.
I sincerely give thanks for a loving wife and a leaky roof and a small dog and a big bowl of chocolate ice cream.
With lightly salted nuts.
We will be dining alone.
And happy about it.
