The morning was so peaceful and quiet I wanted the sun to keep resting for awhile longer but, of course, that isn't the way it works.
Later I commented on a Facebook post written by my good friend Deb who mused on her own special Thanksgivings and the family who shared them over the years. It was an awesome moment of reflection for her, and the special ambiance spilled over.
So, I added a little comment of appreciation to her message.
But, guess what I did. I typed Bed instead of Deb. What's worse, I wondered - trying to find a graceful escape admitting to temporary dyslexia or blaming a Freudian slip?
Neither seemed especially graceful.
I'm thinking of laying responsibility on a small keyboard in dim light. Is that believable, do you think?
Happy Canadian Thanksgiving, Friends. If you are in the States I'd like to share with you. And we'll be thinking of you on your Thanksgiving next month.