A wise person once told me that gratitude was a tool to be used on even the rainiest of days. I’m reminded of that bromide this very Thanksgiving, because while it’s not pouring in my world, it is drizzling a bit.My three adults kids live away; sister and brother don’t speak.My wife just woke me with a request that I be “neater around the house”.It’s cold outside. Gray. Business has tightened.My younger brother died last…
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