in the wee small hours of Thanksgiving

As I have been making dinner rolls to take to Peter and Sally's tomorrow, I have been listening to great music courtesy of Pandora. First was folk music of the sixties that was popular when I was in college. I had practically forgotten that musical era of songs that lamented the Vietnam War and the  conditions of human beings in general. But it was what I sang and danced to in my dorm room. Then I moved on to my Rita Coolidge station that spans a decade or two. Or three. So many singalong songs! There is nothing like music to take you to other places in your head and remind you of how precious all of life's moments are.