Some of you who've followed this blog know that I've been experiencing, first, a serious onset of depression, and, second, a weird disorientation involving vertigo and forgetfulness, an unsettling mixture of ailments which are, according to Ruth, who looked up the symptoms online, a condition called transient global amnesia. (Of course Ruth and other friends have strongly recommended I get the advice of an actual medical professional rather than rely on a website.) I can remember who I am, who Ruth and Dexter and Salem are, and the identities of most of my friends, though I keep thinking I've just returned from a trip that I haven't taken, or that I have a pending appoinment at my old office back in Washington, DC, or that my father, who's been gone now for more than a decade, is coming to visit. The condition is supposed to be caused by anxiety, which as all of you know, I'm apt to experience from time to time.
In closing I want to thank those of you who have purchased my e-book Vengeance on the Sweetgrass from amazon.com. I wrote it several years ago before I lasped into my present state. I hope to rally soon and put several more books online, which I think are quite good but which publishers have repeatedly turned down. Maybe that too is proof that I'm a victim of transient global amnesia, or maybe even something worse.
SO, since the title of this post is "Thanksgiving," I want to extend my genuine gratitude to Ruth, Salem and Dexter for bringing me back to rational consciousness (sort of) on this special day devoted to counting our blessings. I also want to thank you, dear readers, for checking in on me from time to time. After all, it's you who keep me going--along with Ruth and our beloved pets.