Today, I am thankful for Peter Mayle's book, A Year in Provence.
This is the book I am reading to Tom when we visit him in the hospital. It's an easy yet entertaining read - I even remember how to pronounce most of the French names and words.
I first read the book and its equally popular sequel several years ago. Now, I am enjoying Mayle's exploits and storytelling again, with twice the pleasure - once for Tom (who appears to enjoy my reading) and once for me (now that I've rediscovered the joy of reading out loud).
For this blessing, I am grateful.