Tomorrow we're going to wander around a table full of food like in a Dickens novel, all covered with birds and cheeses and bread and wine, all warm and safe, fielding phone calls and text messages from people who are also warm and safe but elsewhere. Not just well-fed, but overly fed. Stuffed, and only capable of watching Step Up 2 for the eleventh time and imitating the puppy cam yet again.
And this is perhaps what I am most thankful for, to have the great good fortune of being safe and warm and loved and full, in times when so many everywhere are none of these things.
Happy Thanksgiving, internet!
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