Last week, for the first time ever, I had ALL of Thanksgiving week off from work. So for the second time in 23 years I had Thanksgiving with my family. [The other time is a story in itself... for another time.]

You may know that where I come from, distance is measured in minutes. ["How far to the store?" "About five minutes...."] Nearing the end of the long drive, I passed a sign that indicated Louisville was 145 miles away. Traveling at highway speed [70 mph... or a little more] I thought, “Two more hours to go!” [Yes, I converted minutes to hours in my head before talking to myself....] About 20 minutes later the speed limit was down to 60 mph due to construction and I passed another sign. This one said that Louisville was now 120 miles away. And I thought, “I was two hours away 20 minutes ago… how can I still be two hours away?” I imagined that every few minutes I would run into a lower speed limit and I would be two hours away forever. For. Ever.

Is it wrong that I am thankful that it wasn’t me that spent Thanksgiving in the hospital with pneumonia? Even though my brother did? It made for a weird week for all of us. But it sucks to be him the last few days.

On Friday and Saturday nights there was a reunion of my high school class. I haven’t really kept in touch with anyone from high school. Moving 850 miles away from home has a lot to do with that, but I’m not sure I would have even if I still lived closer. Still, it was interesting to see what has happened to some of my classmates. There are a few lawyers and doctors [at least one neurologist and one reconstructive plastic surgeon], several career military, a few teachers, firefighters [including a chief of the local fire department], and various engineers, tradesmen, and business people. Most had families [and several... um, second or third families] with children and a few grandchildren — one girl [a good catholic girl, not that I want to reinforce any stereotypes] has 10 kids. TEN KIDS! And a 15-passenger van as a family car….

Did everyone who owns a car take it on the road on Sunday? Because, really, it seemed like we were all out there. And I’m still really tired. But, is it wrong that I’m thankful I wasn’t in one of the accidents I passed on the road?