I sent the Thanksgiving menu assignment email a few minutes ago. Twelve members of our family plus one good friend (you have to have guest so family will behave; it’s a RULE) will join Frank and I on Thursday for a meal consisting of the same menu items for last fourteen years.

I need to get my butt off the couch clean the bathrooms, mop the floor, and dust. But for now, I’m going to take a minute to be grateful. My life is far from perfect. I have my share of frustration, disappointment, anxiety, and fear. But my God! I’m a lucky, blessed, fortunate—whatever you want to call it—man!