I decided that I’m definitely going over to my co-worker’s house tomorrow for Thanksgiving. Maybe I’ve had my fill of lonely holidays, or something…but just the thought of being alone tomorrow really unnerved me, so I’m giving in. It will just be her and her husband, so I’ll be plenty comfortable. If it were some huge social gathering, however, I probably wouldn’t go…I can’t stand large crowds of strangers! Well, her four cats will be the only others there, but I’m sure I can manage being around them. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more.
- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5

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