Amidst the cooking, the cleaning, the overeating, the napping, the football, and the Friday shopping strategy session that surely mirrors Napoleon's camp the night before Waterloo, I need to remember that I have so much to be thankful for:

I am loved: I will go over my monthly cell-phone minutes due to Thanksgiving wishes being extended across the miles among family and friends.

I am rich: I will over eat tomorrow because there is too much food on the table.

I am safe: I will be semicomatose in front of the fireplace watching football the better part of the afternoon.

I can't ask for much more than that.