Thanksgiving leftovers

It is Thanksgiving Day. The nest is empty, figuratively and literally. My kids have all made other plans. My siblings and their offspring are way too much work to have factored into this holiday for many years. George and I are alone together.

Quiet house, no special meal, no plans. We did get an invitation to dinner in a town a hundred miles away through a snowy pass.

I have a lot to be thankful for, I know that. But, right now, I wish I had a kid or two at the table. I feel so lonely, so forgotten.

Thanksgiving leftovers.