So it is late Friday morning, Thanksgiving Day 2009 having passed into history. While myriad flocks of humanity all across the country invade the malls and swarm over the merchandise, doubtless rudely shoving and mauling each other in the process (I'm only imagining this, for I have never seen it happen), I sit here in the comfort of my own home. But that is not to say I am comfortable. Because the inevitability of discomfort following a day of complete inertia, except for the incessant motion mouthward by the right hand holding one or another comestible, has inundated me, body and spirit.
Serves me right.
But better that, much better, than being out with the madding crowd.