Another holiday, another quiet day.
My circumstances are unlike most people. No family. And, yes, I do have friends but they're busy with their own families.
I used to go out on this so-called day of thanks, meandering through the deserted streets. Unfortunately the streets aren't totally lifeless. One time I found a guy passed out mid-main-street mid-afternoon. When I asked him if he was OK he got up and took a swing at me. Someone else was passing-by and pulled the inebriated ingrate away. With two of us he decided to calm down.
Another altruistic incident that makes me to pause and give thanks for all the positive things in my life.
(Next time I'll let someone become roadkill.)
Today I enjoyed my traditional meal: a microwaved pepperoni-and-sausage Hot Pocket [TM]. Homemade goodness.
Keep your eyes on the skies. La Carcagne could be lurking.