I’ve trying to think of something profound to write about for Thanksgiving but what keeps coming to my mind is the feel of  soft, polar fleece, footie pajamas, especially when worn by a certain sleepy five-year-old who cuddles into me as she sleeps. But I wouldn’t be writing this if not for Ken, who prods me to do what I love - write - even when I’m dragging my feet about getting started or re-started. Reid and Ken are at the [1] Museum of Science and Technology for their [2] Wheels, Wings & Waves: A Lego history of transportation exhibit and he suggested that I’d best reassure folks that I’m still alive.  Alive, I am, and grateful to him and Reid for being the fabulous people that they are.