The Minutes of Our Last Meeting | Winning the War on Thanksgiving
Say “Merry Thanksgiving” to everyone. Take off your mask so they can hear you.
The Minutes of Our Last Meeting | The War on Thanksgiving
I say we call it Thanksgetting.
There was no thunder, no glowing doorway, no mysterious wind blowing through the apartment, and no choir of angels politely alerting me that physics had submitted its resignation.
The deck simply felt heavier.