Turkey Day Confessional The Third

My third Thanksgiving post and commemorating my second year of saying
so much about so little. Well, not for the last few months, but
that's for a good reason.

Alright. So, I have a problem. I'm not spending Thanksgiving with my
family this year and blogging about my present surroundings has been
ruled out due to a NDA with a nasty retribution clause. What is one
to do?

My familiy is currently honoring the hallowed, time-honored tradition,
of recalls when the Pilgrims called up the local restaurant and had
the turkey and all the fixings delivered ready to eat, which I also
believe involved the use of a microwave brought over on the Mayflower
specifically to reheat soup at 9am.

But that's their thing, they aren't alone in that tradition, and where
the food comes from is probably not as important as the company or the
sufficient supply of wine. So I mostly jest, and I admit I miss the
9am call for soup reheating. But new things, new traditions, etc.

Mostly I miss labradors flocking around the dinner table. They're
like little Whos from Whosville who don't realize the Grinch won't be
shoveling turkey into them.