I’m home in Indianapolis. Or on my way there.
Nothing big planned, family-wise. We’re all going to eat together, and my parents are most likely working to some degree. It’s always been like this, as long as I can remember: my parents working on Thanksgiving. We always have dinner together, but typically… they’re off during the day, tending to the restaurant.
When other families don’t care to cook, my parents are the ones who tie on an apron, rub their hands together, and ask "What’ll it be?"
I may end up just watching movies for a long while, not having had a DVD player or VCR around. I’ve got a few things I’d like to watch, and maybe I’ll slip out and rent some movies too. And my parents have cable TV at their house. I… mmmmm.