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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.