I'm not going home for Thanksgiving this year, and it'll only be the second time I've missed it in ... I can't remember how long. In America, I really love this whole week: two and a half quiet days at work, leave early on Wednesday to get home, hang out with friends Wednesday night and spend the next four days eating, shopping, sleeping and eating some more. Oh, and drinking. Lots.
So it's a little strange and a little depressing to treat it like any other day. I am very lucky, however, that Peter feels sympathetic enough to cook me a nice turkey dinner with, of course, my favorite part of the meal: cranberry sauce!
Have a great day.
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