I'm taking the whole week off in an effort to find things to be grateful about. I'm trying to say that this isn't for me the most wonderful time of the year, at least not yet, and that I'm desperately trying to find, to buy, to steal some perspective not to be bruised terminally by self-doubt, self-derogation or self-pity. To make this less personal, what it means that I just have to read a great book and I'm planning to read Le Rideau by Milan Kundera, which is a literary essay so it can only put things in their right place. Happy Thanksgiving! Don't follow my example, just enjoy life and its simple pleasures without intellectualizing every single damn thing !


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