My favorite part of the Thanksgiving meal takes place on Friday morning. Coffee started, thermostat turned back up after a night on low, the newspaper in from the sidewalk. Still some whipped cream, real or canned, ready to go. Open the paper, pour the coffee, slice some pumpkin pie and top it with some whipped cream on a small plate. Sit near the warm air vent, sip coffee, eat breakfast pie, maybe a small second slice of mocha pecan, and solve the Friday KenKen in the Times. House guests across the table reading the editorial page or the comics, teenage offspring sleeping in. Landscape tan out the front window, dog walkers wrapped up fairly tight for the weather, dogs just happy to be alive. Pie eaters too.