I'm the only one awake, and I'm tucking into leftover chicken and broccolli. My sweetheart is snoozing in the back room. Breadcrumbs are toasting in the oven for stuffing, and we'll have the Thanksgiving meal tonight. I'm watching The Wizard of Oz, which was on three times last weekend and which I was too busy to watch each time. We'll call all the family later today. And I slept eleven hours last night.

I am so content and thankful right now. I wish the same for you.