It’s a cozy sort of day here at the farm. It’s the day before Thanksgiving. We buttered up the turkey and stuck him in the oven to cook slowly today. Chores are finished for now, the kiddos are playing legos on the rug in the living room, their voices rising and falling in happy chatter. Dad is toying around at the keyboard, and so gentle melodies are playing in the background. Outside, the world is cold and drear. Rain trickles down the windowpanes, making the outside world a wash of brown and grey. Inside, it’s warm and cozy and happy.