This year, because of the chronic understaffing in my department at work, I had to work on Thanksgiving. It wasn't so bad, I was able to contact mom (who, like last year, is at my brother Vincenzo's house) and various siblings, nieces, and nephews. Everybody is doing okay- Sweetums was out gallivanting at a street festival in Uster, Switzerland, Vin, Gomez, and Pickle were all having the big turkey feast with their respective children. Last year, I was able to take a week off, and went to Vin's, and the main theme of my phone call was that I wished I down at his house with the fam.
Knowing that I'd be working on Thanksgiving, I decided to go the simple route as far as a turkey dinner goes. I picked up a couple of packages of ground turkey, some bulk sausage, and some croutons, and made a stuffed turkey meatloaf... a sort of 'Thanksgiving's greatest hits' meal item:
I needn't have worried about Thanksgiving dinner, though. One of my co-workers, who is the very essence of kindness, stopped by with another co-worker (who lost her father last year, and was celebrating Thanksgiving with co-worker one's family) with a bounteous feast, made from scratch by one of her daughters:
I was prepared for this, so I had purchased a bottle of Frangelico to go with their coffee-and-dessert course. My co-worker has to be in at 9AM, so I hope this wasn't a dangerous choice.
At any rate, I am thankful for being well-loved, by family and friends. Sure, I spent most of the day here on the job, but I had fun hearing from my mom and my siblings, I had an enormous feeling of gratitude towards my co-workers, and I got to spend time with my precious Ginger.