At the end of the day I am full of thanks. I am full of pie. I am full of turkey and stuffed with stuffing. I am able to make it to the living room where the football and parades continue to dazzle me with the spectacle of living in America. I am thankful for the time to spend watching television, above and beyond the hours I might ordinarily. I shiver with anticipation, knowing that our next great chance to win back our economy begins in just a few short hours. I have consumed enough mashed potatoes, and now it's time to turn my attention to electronics and housewares.
I am thankful my city made it through another flurry of riots. I'm happy that the tear gas didn't make it to my neighborhood. I hope the rains will help keep the tempers down while we try and sort things out. I am thankful that anarchy doesn't appear to be the solution.
I am thankful for all the things my son is learning, in school and out. I am proud of the way he is digesting the feast we prepared and the knowledge he has been given over the past year. I am excited to imagine a world that uses his best ideas.
I am thankful for the love of my wife and the adventure that continues to be our life. Not too many alligators, and just enough quicksand balanced out with the smiles and surprises that being married to an artist brings.
I am thankful for the life I lead here and the lives that I touch every week. I am glad that I can continue to teach as I learn. I am happy to be able to share this with you.