First of all, I was given "the gift of life" - not croaking from heart failure back in August, catching the condition (hopefully) just in time. Well, I have no idea. The cardiologists play a lot of cards close to the vest and I don't even want to ask what they think my chances are. Better to drop dead w/o warning than have an extended period of waiting for an end. That is my deal right now. Time will tell. I definitely feel like I'm living under a dark cloud. But curiously I feel and function great. With 25% ejection fraction (just frigging look it up, it's a think and it's important.)

Therefore I am grateful for life itself. That was my own internal theme for Thanksgiving this time.

Therefore while I am allied with anyone brave enough to try to effect change in our system I believe the deluded masses who actually think Kamala H was in any way a reasonable choice should get off the rag and shut the goddamned fuck up. They are unimportant and should be crushed and silenced. Or at least put on indefinite mute. Seriously, if you have relatives that 1) believe any of that propaganda shit and 2) bring that confabulated anger into the house, I wish on them my medical condition.... shitheads.

So what was T day like at our house? Mother in law is nice enough and made three, but is decrepit physically, slow mentally, and doesn't remember any key life moments that my wife values, so she's there and not there.

We prepared a full traditional T day meal starting yesterday afternoon. The menu: deviled eggs, turkey breast using a Youtube recipe procedure (It turned out phenomenally) plus scratch gravy, stuffing (made Pepperidge farms in muffin cups - recommended and really crispy), green bean casserole prepared with the foods that RFK jr abhors (highly processed, etc), scratch pumpkin pie. Cranberry sauce from the actual berries, not the tube stuff from the can that still has galvanized ridges on the sauce.

Otherwise ... no one visits. We do every bit of the work.

My wife and I after every holiday when we take 24+ hours total to prepare one of these meals say "never again, let's just order stuff." Like have the major entrees delivered. The issue is that the only reason we do a full holiday meal is (IMO) to feel connected to our past and our roots. So we're stuck being kitchen slaves every year.

Welp, that is our life.

Thank you for the kind positive thought.