This is one of those times when I don't have to worry about writing the same sorts of things as other bloggers, because we're all writing about the same things.
Thursday was Thankgiving Day. I won't waste any wordage here about the historical significance of the day, or the revisionism, or any of that dreck. Nor will I recount the contents of the feast (though it was fine), or reminisce of dinners past. No, I just want to say that I woke up this afternoon to the aromas of a traditional dinner, and for a moment, I was twenty, and ten, and five, and I took a deep breath, and all was right with the world.
It sounds like you had a good Thanksgiving. I'm glad. :)
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