Thankful.

Happy Thanksgiving to all my fellow American bloggers and viewers. It's a lovely November 22nd, here in Southern California. Sunny, slight breeze, comfortable 70 degrees. My family and I are spending our Thanksgiving being lazy, unproductive in front of our respective LCD screens (my brother in law is playing Rock Band, my husband is playing WoW, and I am here). But that's not how we started our day.

Thanksgiving started in the wee hours of this morning, shortly after 12. We got a phone call from our room mates date; they had been in an accident. They had been there for a few hours, I think - we drove half an hour away to another part of the county; we saw his car on the way to the hospital by coincidence, and that he been hit driver-side into a shallow ditch on the side of the road; it took us half an hour to find the ER once we were on the hospital grounds.

We didn't get home until shortly before 2 AM, but my room mate is fine, which is the most important thing. We spent the remainder of the day sleeping, playing Rock Band, and having dinner with my parents and grandparents. It was a nice ending to a good, but strange, day. My wrist hurts - it's rough being a rock star.