What if the fear of becoming a bag lady has nothing to do with bag ladies but is something I’ve conjured to keep myself working hard, still, still, still, cycling back to a need to prove myself worthy.

What if it was never about the bag lady?

On the plus side, there is Roxie.

Roxie, Roxie Rocks, and when I tuck her in at night, Cozy Rosie Roxie.

I’m glad she is coming with me to New Jersey.

Thankful for the first snow of the season.

Also thankful for something to do with my mom and her friends at the holiday meal, some selected pages from the Thanksgiving Reader.