Eet Mor Chikin

Another Turkey Day is fast upon us. Spawn is going to be at his mother’s this year, my wife’s sister is out of town with her family, and my wife remains (what she would say) terminally pregnant. So, we’re going to the in-laws for the holiday. This will be relaxing, which is good, but I’ll likely eat too much (not so good). There’s bound to be football viewing involved, and a movie or two.

As I sat last night thinking about all of this, I was wondering why we celebrate Thanksgiving. I don’t mean just me and mine, but everyone. I mean, yes, we celebrate because of tradition. I get that. But, is it really necessary anymore? It seems to me the goal of Thanksgiving has morphed from being a day where we are thankful for our country, families, and whatever else to one of pure, honest-to-goodness, great horny-toads gluttony. And football. With pumpkin pie. And ice cream.

As I write this, it’s relatively quiet at the office. I’m doing my good deed for the day and prepping two ancient (read: Windows 95 era) computers to send to a charity. Everyone who’s left around the office has been asking me the same questions about what’s going on with me and the fam for the holidays. I think they ask in hopes that I’ll say something exciting like, “Well, Buffy, Momsie, and I are jetting to the Alps for much needed R&R, then we’re stopping in Milan for dinner. We’re hoping to be back stateside by Monday morn.” Somehow, what comes out is something more like, “Oh, not much.”

Actually, I’m glad this holiday is going to be low-key. I have some things I’ve wanted to get to for some time. And, even if I don’t end up doing them, at least I have the option.

It’s probably a good thing this will be a low-key holiday. Likely the last quiet holiday the terminally pregnant wife and I will have for some time to come.

Oh, very cool. My manager just called me and told me to “work from home” Friday afternoon. Wow, that’s almost a real 4-day weekend. Bonus.