So we were having a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner - 21 in all - when I noticed my brother, who loves Thanksgiving wasn't eating. That was the beginning - by Sunday six more were down with a nasty stomach flu. There would have been more, but they had already had it the week before. I'm sitting in bed writing this, thinking how fast something contagious can spread. We really are at the mercy of things that we cannot see.
Next year I will be thankful for something that I hope will not be sitting at the table.