I'm making green bean casserole as I type. It smells like Thanksgiving.
I'm also sitting in my office listening to songs that I shouldn't be, songs that shouldn't be sad, really, and yet they are.
I saw an old neighbor at the bar last night, and it's possible I made him sad. I feel bad about that. I'd say I can't be held responsible for how I was last night, but I can. And I feel it. Damn.
Happy Turkey Day!