Harry Connick Jr and Michael Buble croon sonorous Yuletide tunes. The smell of french onions atop green bean casserole and garlic herbs marinating on succulent roast chicken wafts through the hallways. New kitchen lights illuminate a room already filled with warm yellow tones as giggles resonate that the color has indeed been well chosen. Condensation clings passionately to a chilled window pane, and sparkling, icy moscato tickles the tastebuds.
It is the annual roommate Thanksgiving Dinner in the Kat House, traditionally held the Monday after the calendar holiday. There are a few new faces in the house this year: one canine and one homo sapien, both very special, with their brunette hair/fur and big light eyes.
We are all in our pj’s, of course, awaiting a meal that is sure to have us giddy and sleepy alike with contentment.
A few months ago, I’d have found something wrong with this picture. But not tonight, tonight I am just quite simply happy, and thankful.