After the prep, the meal, the family, the visiting, the shooting, the laughing, the general noisiness of the Thanksgiving celebration, Milady and I looked up about 4:00 pm and realized that we were alone. The family and friends had departed, after taking leftovers and helping straighten the kitchen. She and I made a few last-minute adjustments. She poured a glass of wine, and I had a bourbon.
Today, we're being Sorry. Not sorry in the emotional sense, but Sorry in the We-Ain't-Doing-Anything sense. Sorry, as in "He's so Sorry, he wouldn't hit a lick at a snake."
The floors are reasonably clean, the house is reasonably quiet, and the dog is asleep on the kitchen floor. Milady doesn't do Black Friday and neither do I. I'm happy to simply sit here in my sloth today. Surf the internet, watch Netflix, and take the dog outside occasionally to survey the weather.
Thanksgiving is technically over, but for a quiet house today, for my lady curled up in her chair with her Kindle, for my dog peaceful after the joyful chaos of yesterday, I am thankful.