A Quiet Thanksgiving

Today I'm home with Brad and our cat, Milo. There is no turkey in the oven, no potatoes to mash, no guests scheduled to arrive for dinner, and no shouting matches with family members accompanied by three foot demons running around and screaming. It's a quiet thanksgiving, just the two of us and our cat, doing whatever we want to do. The only manifestation of turkey will be the turkey pepperoni that will be on our homemade pizzas later tonight. I am feeling a perfect mix of melancholy, nostalgia, and mental laziness.
Our cat, Milo, is doing his usual activity of sleeping. Brad will be getting lost in empire building while playing Civilization III. I am going to make an effort to watch some of the movies that have accumulated on our TiVo. Everything is how I want it, and for that I am thankful. Happy Thanksgiving everyone.