The Longest Thanksgiving

My choices this year, as the last few brown leaves float to the forest floor and November slides to an end: eat at someone’s house I’d met once, eight days ago; order a full plate from the local diner on Wednesday and feast solo; or pretend Thanksgiving isn’t happening.

I chose C.

I awoke at 5:30 and my self-discipline was at its zenith. I was full of vigor knowing I had a whole day completely…