Yes, it's Thanksgiving and yes, I'm posting. Because I take my Blopping seriously, which means posting each day, no banking or back-dating. In for a penny, in for a pound, and so forth.
How can you be sure this is being written today? Well, the Knicks got blown out last night. (OK, bad example.)
If you're reading this, I hope you're not alone today. I hope you're among a gaggle of extended kith and kin, and perhaps you've sneaked down to the basement with your glass of box wine and fired up your brother-in-law's ancient Toshiba laptop, which somehow still works and is connected to a dormant Mindspring account with an old phone line that he never bothered to disconnect and that lets Inter-data dribble across the screen at about 4 kB/min.
If you're feeling a little anti-social, you can kill a little time by writing a haiku.
When you're done, go back upstairs and refill your glass. And then hug somebody.