Thanksgiving. Again. Don't get me wrong, I have loads to be thankful for. I'm not dead. I'm not bald. Even though I'm 55, not too much hurts over the weathered roadmap of my body. The Spousal Unit is still here. All three Kid Units returned home. That's a lot. But also, man, I'm a vegetarian. And since I am the ONLY vegetarian in the house, Thanksgiving means my home stinks like meat. For days and days. Yuck. Also two of the three Kid Units brought home strangers, and no one even asked me about it. Great. Nothing like watching football while strangers try to get to know you. Next year, I think I'll be thankful for a hotel room somewhere, some vegetarian take-out food, and a lot of quiet. Is that so bad? Oh, Lord. Now it's time for Christmas. -Jobe
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