Thanksgiving Day

We've been to church for the annual Thanksgiving morning breakfast, served by the men of the church. A little bleary-eyed, but we were there. The turkey (named Sebastian, at Philip's suggestion) is in the oven. The brioche roll dough is made. The giblets are simmering on the back of the stove. The grandparents are driving over. The parade is on the TV. All is well this Thanksgiving.