I love Thanksgiving. It may well be my very favorite day in the whole year. And though this year we will be missing at least one key figure from our festivities, due to cross-country distances, I have extra things to be thankful for. So I'm content.
It's windy today. So much so that I had a hard time opening my car door when I got to work this morning. In a month or a few weeks, when the weather is below freezing, I will find such a situation to be intolerable. Arctic winds on my face and neck are very high on the list of things that I wish to avoid (and can reasonably be expected to encounter). This morning, however, I was able to withstand the winds without extreme displeasure, merely bringing into play my family's standard saying for the occasion (as seen in my subject line).
I just need to start remembering to do the extreme comparison thing. "Hey, I may have winter winds rushing through me, but at least I'm not covered in honey and fire ants!"