It's 8:00pm. Chris, who seems to have finally caught the turtle's and my cold, is asleep in the bedroom. The turtle is dreaming in his crib. And the cat, lies next to me on the couch, curled up against my legs. And after watching a rerun of today's Oprah, I sit here eating an orange and staring at the Christmas tree and I can't help but think of all of the things for which I'm thankful.