Thank you.

I'm tired, and full, and grateful.  

I hope your day has been gentle and full as well.  That you are safe and warm tonight.  
That you will sleep tonight in a soft bed, and sleep deeply and well.  I hope you will wake tomorrow
to good work, and enough food, and someone to say a kind word to you.  That you will hug someone you love, and that you will have something funny to tell, and someone to tell it to.

I wish you to feel as blessed and grateful as I do tonight.

And if you are missing someone, as I am tonight, I hope that you can feel a little of this:

Our elderly tabby cat, Little, the matriarch of our pride of household lions, passed away last year in the summer after a long decline.  Last month or so, my son came to me one day and said, "Mama! I discovered something!  If you bend down, and close your eyes, and reach out your hand, you can feel Little's fur!  You can try it if you want to, mama."

I did, and while I didn't feel that fur with my my hand, I felt its memory brushing against me, so soft and gentle and warm.

Close your eyes, and reach out your hand.

Bless you all.  Happy Thanksgiving.