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I found Elyssa East's column particularly pertinent:
In the nearly 400 years since the first Thanksgiving, the holiday has come to mirror our transformation into a nation of gross overconsumption, but the New England colonists never intended for Thanksgiving to be a day of gluttony. They dished up restraint along with gratitude as a shared main course. What mattered most was not the feast itself, but the gathering together in thanks and praise for life’s most humble gifts. Perhaps this holiday season we could benefit from restoring a proper Thanksgiving balance between forbearance and indulgence.***
RM is certainly making his last few days memorable (he's leaving tomorrow, probably straight from work, and coming back on Sunday for a day or two). He's stromping around, being really sloppy (not just spilled crumbs and sugar, but leaving large objects out of place and in the way), perhaps purposely to draw attention to himself. Or perhaps because he's used to someone else cleaning up after him. I'll never know, and soon I won't care.
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