Sometimes it hits me unexpectedly. Like when I am driving and listening to a mixed CD a friend made me years ago and Sufjan's Casimir Pulaski Day comes on and suddenly I am crying.

- Time off, four days in a row
- Roots and squash
- Soup and pie
- Crusty bread with melty butter
- Dinner around a big old table
- Fields of corn below an autumn sky
- Sun shining on turning trees
- Crisp cold air
- A fire in the wood stove
- A sing-along dish washing session
- Gluing buttons, mod podge fabric
- Trains

I lovelovelove my family.
Thanksgiving might be my favourite.
Despite everything, we've got a lot to be glad for.