There is no bread cut in cubes. No large turkey waiting to be stuffed in the refrigerator. No list of menu items to be made and when. Thanksgiving is not happening at my house this year. Relief? Somewhat. For the last three years I've hosted or been staying at the house where it was hosted. Last year my daughter Emily's in-laws came. The year before we went to Emily's so it was easier for them as newlyweds and for Sarah who was in her senior year. The year before that we hosted my family here.
There will be plenty of opportunities to put on the spread here in future Novembers. For now the house is calm in its lack of preparation.
p.s. I hope to snag a turkey carcass to bring home! Turkey soup would be nice.