Thankful

Got an email today from a friend going in for some back surgery (is there a better sign for old Jewish woes?) and he sent out a note saying that if anything went wrong, he wanted us to know what he was thankful for. He also told us his favorite dream: the one where he's dancing with his family and friends -- the hora, of course -- and we're all just smiling.

Overdramatic? Sure.

Necessary? No.

Appreciated? Oh, baby, I love this stuff.

I never dream of dancing. But I do dream of family and friends and even all the faces and photos here.

In the mess of the last few weeks, I bathed in that one.

Love to all from the Miami airport.