I think this is the first Thanksgiving I've spent alone. Another first in a year of firsts, I suppose.
The plan was to spend Thanksgiving at my parents' house. My brother and his family and my Gramps were all gonna be there (actually, they were).
So...taking a step back. My mom had hernia surgery last week. And my Gramps has a very weak immune system. Practically non-existent. And...wouldn't you know it, I woke up with the mother fucking sniffles.
Normally I wouldn't think anything of it. Take some zinc and make sure that there's plenty of tissues on hand. Might be allergies. Could be the beginning of a cold. Could be the tail end of one. Don't know. Like I said, normally I wouldn't think anything of it.
But I'm in a situation where there are two people that I love very dearly who could be in some serious trouble if I wound up getting them sick. It could kill my grandfather.
So...I dropped off the corn and the crockpot this morning wearing a surgical mask. And I picked up the rolls and dropped those off.
And I came home.
Like I said, it was probably allergies...but it wasn't worth it to me to take a chance.
So...spent the rest of the day at home. Cleaning a bit. Watching really bad TV (Sharknado...)...and some not so bad TV (Louis C.K., MisFits).
Dad brought a plate by not too long ago. So...Thanksgiving wasn't a complete bust.
And here's the crux of the day, I am thankful.
I am thankful for the people in my life that I care about.
I am thankful that I have a roof over my head.
I am thankful for this life I now find myself living.
And that's really what the day is all about.
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