So, we got through Thanksgiving and my birthday with very little stress and no blood spilt. With Betsy's birthday tomorrow (and gift already purchased), that issue is also put to bed. We had our own Thanksgiving. Turkey was average, but the spuds and turnips came out quite good. The turkey is gone (mostly), and we've taken care of the rest of the leftovers.
We were invited up to one of my sister's for Thanksgiving, but we declined. The idea of travelling up to NYC area on Thanksgiving Day is beyond my ability to comprehend. If I want to be tortured, I can stay home.
Last year, about this time, I tried to explain to an acquaintance that I'm essentially an anti-social person. His response was "you're not anti-social, just unsociable." That's as good an explanation as any.
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