I'll cook tomorrow.

Tuesday night was so much fun - dinner and wine and laughter with the cousins (my Godmother, her son who is ten years younger than I am, almost to the day, and his significant other, who is now another cousin in my book). Funny, smart, interesting people. Love them. It's so cool to love your relatives and not dread their visits.

But I am officially too Old to go to bed at midnight and get up at 5. It didn't help that the office did their "Thanksgiving Feast" which was a carnival of carbohydrates. Apparently we all really, really like desserts. So I did virtually no Thanksgiving Preparations, and tomorrow will be a scramble. But not a mad one. I wake up early, I can throw the cranberries on the stove first thing. Long relaxing morning of knitting and parade until Bird Start. Dinner will be at six, there will be only four of us, I believe - me, Boy, Girl, and Girl's BF. (Boy claimed no girl to bring this year.) We will eat, drink, and watch football on the big TV. It will be relaxing. I've never stressed Thanksgiving Dinner, I've done it many times and it's really a fairly simple thing to cook, complexity-wise. Dirty pot-wise it's a biggie, but it's not a difficult meal.

I'm thankful for my family, close and extended. They are really cool people and I've seen way worse, so even when some of them piss me off I still wouldn't trade them in.

I'm thankful to still own my house. Lots and lots of people who have experienced the death of a partner can't say that. I'm lucky.

I'm thankful that the leap of faith into the new job in August was a good move.

I'm just...thankful. For how things are.