Living in thanksgiving day 2

This morning at 7 am I hear the garage door open. I, of course, have to get up and check on the situation. I look out the window and Morgan is bringing the garbage can from the road back to the house without being "compelled". Warm fuzzy moment. I was grateful for that. I am also grateful that I was able to run my 3 miles without stopping and my fastest time yet and in 43 degree weather.