Thanksgiving, I mean. We’re on our way. I woke at 6, full of an unfamiliar energy that wasn’t born of discomfort. I flew into making PB&Js for our car trip, made myself some breakfast, and greeted the sleepyheads as they emerged confused from their room. Then I had a second breakfast – J’s fabulous challah French toast, which I’d been missing for three weeks. There was a gloom-and-doom weather forecast which seems to have lost its teeth. Life, I love you – all is groovy.