I look up to the light and give thanks for everything that I am thankful for on this Labor Day weekend. The table that I could not nap without. The Honeysuckle toy... toy of all toys..Boris in the living room, dreaming of Phil and endless bowls of WD. Mostly I am thankful for Cindy, aka mom, who will set down the camera now, rub my belly and turn off that darn light so I can get some sleep. It was an exhausting weekend of laziness and now I need to recover. Thank you Laborers for giving me a long weekend with the folks - even though they were gone for 12 hours on Sunday and came back smelling like dogs. 'night.