I love Thanksgiving, but I always feel useless. The womenfolk do all the cooking; the kitchen is a hen party non pariel, and the menfolk just wander at the margins like beaten wolves skulking at the perimeter of the campfire. I don’t watch football anymore, so I don’t have the option of sitting in front of the TV and watching big guys run into each other. But I still like football, if need be, so if I have to join in the reindeer games, I will.
And yet, I have a great deal to be thankful for this Thanksgiving. I dasn’t go into details, as it would be a liberty. Suffice to say that the life-support suit is still supporting life satisfactorily, and I haven’t had to choke the living sin out of a stupid subordinate in weeks.