We celebrated Thanksgiving here in the U.S. last Thursday, a day of great and delicious feasting or at least that's how it turned out in my neck of the woods. We laughed a lot and chopped a mountain of vegetables and rolled out pie dough. We clinked glasses, expressed gratitude, chewed and swallowed and smacked our lips in appreciation. We lingered around the table, fell into a heated debate on a thorny, controversial topic and still loved each other in the end. Afterwards, we walked the dogs, did the dishes, and took long naps on the couch. It was a classic Thanksgiving scene with all the usual, wonderful, over-the-top bountifulness and satisfaction.