May I have This Dance?

Fall is beginning it's slow fade into Winter. Soon enough there will be snow on the ground, and the feeling of ice in the air. In another month or so, I will wish I had a fur coat like Albert's. I won't take his, however. He's rather attached to it. Of course, he prefers to live indoors, which is a bit unusual for a bear. But he was spoiled at a young age. I told that story a while back. You can find it somewhere back in this blog if you care to look for it. 
I've become quite used to having him around the house, even though there are moments when I would prefer he was a bearskin rug, rather than a live black bear. He tells me that I occasionally get on his nerves as well, and I should feel privileged that he hasn't eaten me. Yet. It might be a long Winter.
But my real trouble at the moment is with my immune system disorder, which is causing a rather serious sleep problem. Or, I should say, a serious lack of sleep problem. Which also means, most days recently I haven't been capable of exercising, which compounds the problem. But, nobody promised me a rose garden, to use a well known quote and expression.
I do complain, sometimes too much. But life goes on, nonetheless. Or, to put it another way, there is always music playing. Sometimes, fast, sometimes slow. At different times it can be sad, or happy, sedate, or wild and crazy. Whatever music we happen to be hearing, the best thing to do, is learn how to dance to it. It ain't always easy, but hey, it's not a job, it's an adventure. Can ya' dig it?
Anyroad, that being said, I have a book calling my name, a bird who needs some attention, as well as a foot to sleep on. And of course, a bear who wants me to stop annoying him by banging on these keys. If I don't see you, have a truly wonderful Thanksgiving, no matter where you happen to be.