Thankful for my tech colleagues that pulled a rabbit out of their hat and helped resurrect The Journal post-crash and restored over 1,700 reports dating back to 2009.
Thankful for my fellow colleagues in this thing of ours that offered help, server space, etc. when the sky was falling. You know who you are...
Thankful for the awesome contributors and reporters to The Journal who were patient with The Good Doctor as I sifted through the reports that became hung up in the crash.
Thankful for all the new contributors to The Journal, especially all of the new couples that have decided to dip their toe into this thing of ours and submit reports and pics of their sexcapades.
Thankful for Charlie and his Angels, for providing an enormous amount of fun and excitement in the last half of the year, both at the theater and their secretive conclaves.
Thankful that the health conditions of two great women I know in this thing of ours were addressed and that they are on the mend.
Thankful for my good friend Brent in Portland, for being a great comrade in arms.
And lastly... Thankful for the good readers of The Journal, who stuck by your old friend in the white suit as we put Humpty Lizardo back together again.
Enjoy your Tryptophan induced comas this afternoon, and check back throughout the day for some reports and dirty pics (typically when you have had enough of Aunt Gert's graphic descriptions of her IBS at the dinner table).
Thankful,
Doc
