Yesterday I thought Hey, since it's Thanksgiving, let's give that "What am I thankful for" speech a go. Then a little voice inside of me said Nah! Let's not go there. And little voice was right. Not that I don't have plenty of things to be thankful for, but such a speech would inevitably voice feelings that are better left alone. Things that live in the dark. Things that aren't bright and shiny. So instead of starting something that would most certainly leave me moping around the house, I grabbed The Lion in Winter and spent my Thanksgiving afternoon curled on the couch with my blanket watching Glenn Close and Patrick Stewart go at each others throats. And it made me feel so much better.