In which I try to watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade online, and fail.
In which I try to procure an oven thermometer at a variety of shops in my neighborhood, and fail.
In which I try to discern the temperature of my oven by trying to melt a spoonful of sugar, before we have company and a 17-lbs. turkey depending on it on Sunday, and thus far fail.
In which I take comfort in loving and being loved, in being healthy and whole mentally and physically, in never going hungry unless I have merely forgotten to go to the store, and in being able to see family, even though I can’t be with them.
And the Internet. Thank you, Al Gore, for the Internet.