Wait, Thursday. Isn't that supposed to be Thanksgiving? I don't have anything planned. Maybe I should have saved the grilled cheese for dinner. There isn't any turkey ramen. Would chicken be okay? I don't want to be arrested for un-American activities. But I guess I won't worry about it yet. It's ours away, and I still have to get through my morning sleep. A lot can happen in a few hours, especially when one is asleep. I've heard that Rip van Winkle went to sleep and didn't wake up for twenty years. But he was a bowler or something, and I haven't bowled since I was a kid, so that probably won't happen to me.
Anyway. November is almost over, which means 2020 is almost over, and so far there's no reason to be sad about that, so I suppose I'm full of holiday cheer, or as close to holiday cheer as i'm likely to get. Full of something, anyway. It looks like morning outside, and I hear birds. Happy Thanksgiving, and to all a good night.