No Spam For Thanksgiving
Aww! I got hardly any spam for the holiday. I guess spammers have families, too. For the first time, I sort of feel sorry for them.
This holiday has almost zero meaning for me and a tremendous hassle factor. I need to make a chart to demonstrate, but when you include charts, people don’t read your text, so no one gets a chart.
But, yeah, turkey was gross during the small window of time I could be persuaded to eat meat. Now, no wheat, no meat, all vegan, there is little attraction to the meal. I don’t participate. From a health and fitness standpoint, I can’t stand to pig out over a period of days. As a hermit writer, I don’t enjoy company. My family has a list of conversational no-man’s land about as long as the list of potential conversational topics. Plus most of them really like to talk (will even talk over one another at the same time), so sharing is more like watching multiple television programs with the volume on high. Oh, yeah, that’s on too. I do have to give them respect. I never knew people who smoked this much for this long could have enough lung tissue left for breathing.
I think some of them find it sad that there are fewer of us gathered around each year. I don’t anymore. I’d probably mourn a bit if the possibility was completely gone.
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