At last, Thanksgiving is upon us. This is the best of the major holidays because, unless you have to travel, your only real obligation is to stuff your face. A key to maximizing enjoyment is to tune out of all the Christmas shopping hoopla and propaganda.
The day after Thanksgiving is best spent not at a shopping mall, but doing whatever the hell you please. In my case, with advancing age, increasingly this means lying around listlessly and thinking about breasts.
The only thing missing would be if the EPL or Champion's League would schedule a couple of games, but you can't have everything.
To anyone strange enough to be reading this, have a happy Thanksgiving.