I've been sneezing, so I am not going to the Thanksgiving dinner, as some elderly people whose health I do not wish to endanger will be present.
This absence is not an act of self-sacrifice. Look at my recent post about my dislike for the main dish of Thanksgiving and bear in mind that I did not grow up with this holiday, and you will understand why I am not that sorry to be missing the dinner this year.
Nevertheless, I will miss chatting with some people that I do not otherwise get to see that often.
For the next few hours, I will be alone except for the company of a certain White Horse...