I scraped my plate and placed it on the counter in front of the DFAC worker. "Good mornin'", I cheerfully wished her.
"Good morning," she replied. "How are you?"
"I'm so good it hurts."
"It's good to be thankful," she said. And it is.
We celebrated a Thanksgiving lunch today. I managed to restrict myself to a not-quite-obscene amount. Even now, in the midst of a recessession, and facing a rougher economic forecast than many previous US citizens, we still have much for which to be thankful.