The last day or so has given us true Thanksgiving weather--at least how I remember it. It has been foggy and rainy and cold and dark. The house is filled with the scents of baking pies, cookies, stuffing and turkey. American football plays loudly on the television and fans shout when their teams score. It's a cold outside, warm cozy inside, kind of feeling that really only happens this time of year. A way to make the darkest days tolerable. My son comes home tomorrow. I look forward to the sights, smells, tastes and textures of the day. Cheers!