Thankful for my respite: the barn, this cow, the rest of the animals. They are the bookends to my day, morning and night, making me get fresh air regardless of the temperature. They are always there, always appreciative and always willing to listen. I have a chance to think, pray and plan. My kids get their exercise and their questions answered. And we get milk and eggs. As of tonight, officially 120 gallons of handmilked milk turned into cheese since August 2015. That doesn't count the gallons of milk consumed, made into butter, yogurt and buttermilk. There's a lot to be thankful for.