It is far too easy to be thankful on Thanksgiving.
Surrounded by my big loud family.
We do turkey of course, but we're also pretty Italian so there's ravioli, lasagna, sauce & meatballs, the works. Soups galore.
First the soups, then the pasta, then the bird.
And then, death by dessert. A parade of pies. Sweet gluttony washed down, from start to finish, with rivers of booze.
Tossing around the football beforehand. The raw, crisp air burning your lungs. And watching football afterwards. The gravitational pull from the full belly stretching eyelids shut.
It's too easy to be Thankful for all that.
It's equally important to be thankful en route to work on a snowy Tuesday morning in mid-February.
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