Whether you’re staying at home to watch the tired (but still charming in a kitschy way) Charlie Brown special and whatever other nostalgia-in-a-can your local TV will be serving up, or tuning into "the game" of your favorite overpaid bunch of prissy atheletes, or braving the highways or airports to revel in societally-sanctioned gluttony with relatives in a far-off locale, enjoy the holiday.

I’ll see you all afterwards, assuming I live through A) my self-induced tryptophan overdose, B) the terror of the onion dip at my sister’s house, and C) the soul-draining stultification of the endless football games on the TV over there.

Have a good Thanksgiving.