It’s midnight on Thanksgiving night and I just finished a long and drawn out card game of “Golf” and am in no condition to write a meaningful or prolific blog entry tonight.  It could be the fact that it’s midnight and my young broodling will be awake in five hours, or it could be the six pack of Saranac Black and Tan, but one or both of those are good enough reasons. 

I’m going to close by avoiding all the cliches about being thankful for family and friends.  I’m thankful for them every day and I don’t need to stuff myself with turkey and beer to remind myself of their place in my life.  So, I’ll close by letting everyone know that I’m thankful for Gatorade and Advil because, it seems, every year I celebrate “Thanksgiving” and the only times I recognize how thankful I am for those products is the morning immediately following Thanksgiving.  So, merci beaucoup Monsieur Gatorade and Monsieur Advil.