The weight of loss upon me, and plenty of work deadlines to meet, I was not planning to celebrate Thanksgiving with a feast.
My morning yoga class had a theme of kansha, appreciation, and I arranged our yoga mats in a circle like a table. Good enough.
At breakfast, Tod and I discussed dinner plans and we thought we would use up a stale loaf of bread and make a vegan stuffing as a nod to the holiday. But as we shopped for dinner, Tod and I piled our basket with other trimmings, too.
So after work, we headed to the kitchen and in less than an hour had fixed ourselves a feast. It was a great comfort, to be honest.
