Huh.

Thanksgiving was actually a bit boring. Not what I expected.

I slept until an absurd hour. I surfed the net. I knitted (I'm still working on my very first knitting project - a scarf, of course). I watched some bad TV. I skipped the Macy's parade entirely and can't say that I regret that.

Life does go on, I guess.

Dad did have the traditional meal without me and he said it was not a lot of fun. Maybe someday Thanksgiving will be fun again. I still have a hard time imagining it, but I suppose there is a chance.

In less than nine hours I have to tackle the crowds of Black Friday, and do so with a smile. I think maybe I can, if only for a little while. The smile may fade, but I have done this enough times that I know I can at least keep moving and not kill anyone. I do have to wash clothes before then. Maybe I should have done that earlier.

I still fell like all the fun has been drained from the holiday season. What's the point if it isn't fun? It's just a whole lot of total insanity for nothing. No one really seems to have fun this time of year anymore, so maybe I'm just joining the crowd at long last. I don't know. It certainly isn't a crowd I ever wanted to join.

I still have to do my own shopping. I don't even know where to begin. I hope everyone on my list likes the books I will almost inevitable buy for them.

Those of you who share my sense of loss this time of year: I hope you made it through the day all right. This is certainly a stressful enough time of year without adding that kind of baggage.