We ate. And we ate. And we ate some more. I can't even remember when I ate so much,or ,l felt so full. This may be the best Thanksgiving yet. We ate in my son's studio,using our old dining room table. Maybe there was something
special about the continuity of this table, or being in a warm eclectic room, or being in a loving environment , surrounded by people who love you and who you love back . whatever it was, or is, we are all thankful for being together. In fact, this may have
been the theme of our evening. We agreed how special these family meals are and how we give it our priority. I am thankful that each of these people that I love and cherish ,took such good care of me and protected me from the possibility of being exposed to
the Covid virus. My cup of Manischewitz runneth over.