Growing up, the alleged principles of our alleged faith did not make allowances for the worldly celebrations, but all the turkey and cranberry things were on sale, according to the alt-belief, so this was normally a rare day of abundance regardless.

Thus by default the thanks giving became my favorite holiday–it was, at least, something tipped toward a minor good, instead of just shame, like being forbidden to participate in, say, fourth-grade valentine’s day card exchange.

I still long for hearts and love.

This morning I boiled a package of charcutnuvo breakfast links that came in the Azure order earlier in the week. $6.91, and yes, on holiday sale. The main eating event, if there is one, will be tacos that use up the rest of the meat from the last batch, and at least one avocado before it spoils, because my soul overflows with prudence and providence, as far as anybody knows.

The phone pings without cease and the cat has found a new favorite spot on top of the dryer. I think because:
–it’s high enough
–it’s under one of the heat vents
–it’s the right angle for getting carefully petted every time I have to go into the bathroom where the dryer lives.

The sun, He is shining.

Moreover, tomorrow is supposed to bring one last gasp of a high over sixty Fahrenheit.

I will open the screens and invite it in.

Singing praises and alleluia, for his is the power and the glory and the radiance forever and amen.