But I'm beginning to regret it. Maybe a few hundred extra would be the proper Stupid Tax. I don't think I've missed Thanksgiving in 14 years, now, since when I had to work at Holy Cross House in a third-shift position. And even then I still had the comforts of a girlfriend also stuck in town because of the costs of transport, and a friendly choir director who opened up his house for any and all Folkheads stuck at Notre Dame for Thanksgiving dinner. Yowza: what a while ago that's been: Jess barely a teen and Josh far from becoming "Br. Dismas" at that point. Memories.
So, I chatted with Mom for a while last night, sitting on the porch of my house in New Orleans, in the 70ºF pleasant evening air, feeling how lame my non-plans sounded as I described probably having a tuna salad sandwich for dinner tomorrow night rather than the turkey with all the fixin's. (There's no other night of the year that I so look forward to real mashed potatoes and green bean casserole (with the dried onions on top).) I just have to hold tight and look forward to seeing everyone in the extended Sweeney clan on Christmas Eve, provided that the Illinois contingent is wiped out by the weather for the third year in a row.
So, kind of a dull day. Time to grab that tuna and start looking forward to Christmas.